Gasoline Billy Woods & Bond

Pour it on there
Burn something, burn that
Who got the matches? (Burn that)
Who got the matches, mayne?
Somebody give me a lighter
Put your lighters up
I am from Babylon
Burn that, pour it on there

Yo, yo, yo
It's all gasoline
Casino dream, fragile chandelier schemes
Alligator pits under brass rings
That's not for whom the pendulum swings
I start rapping, applause happens, metal things clapping
Fingers snapping, feet tapping
Footfalls of the shooter, I'm the glee
In the eye of a looter, the grave in your future

Or ashes in urns, once burned
Blunts sherm, short-term memory
Memento, anybody I forgot
I meant to

It's all gasoline
It's all gasoline
It's all gasoline
It's all gasoline

Hit Kuwait with my street team, straight lean
Crude barrels crazy full, I'm seeing green
They're seeing red, black foes stack
Hoes, bodies stole where eyes cold
Sold souls for liquor and gas
Ever since been busting each other in the back
Add heroin and crack, we'll show you how to do that

Damn, sold a million sacks
Still got lint in the naps
Same corner you see me at
Yeah, I'm pumping yackses and trap, but, then again
The whole world built like that, answers?
You seen what they did to The Panthers
And you seen the pigs is in Kansas
Tiananmen Square ain't the place for gangsters
The scared kill the weak, and the cops

Is right there, run up, put one in your right ear
It's all petroleum
Fucked if you play fair
Damned if you don't

It's all gasoline
It's all gasoline

It's all gasoline
It's all gasoline

To gods and collard greens
Microphone fiends, it's a good time to get clean
I'm done with triple-beams, ill triple-teams
Still triple-double Elohim
Spill heavy cream, Afro-Sheen, stonewashed
Jewels jeans, cross colors

Still in '91, motherfuckers best get their big brothers
12:01, another sucker born yesterday, swimming with Spalding gray
Still be home from Rap City
50-50? Now that's witty
Try 40-60, sitting pretty, fat ass, no titties
Why God gotta be so thrifty
She can still play Misty for Eastwood in a jiffy
Ken Griffey, niggas swinging like Bo, ain't hit Diddley
G'd up with no special delivery

Back in front the bodega, I'll wager
With weed in sock, 31 Flavors
And a broke pager, still broke many a hater
Rather laugh now and laugh later
He who last laughs probably had a razor
Got the shaft of life's elevators
Like them boys out the Qaeda
Good fences make good neighbors, ask 'em on the West Bank
That extra clip can be a lifesaver

Play the back like point-shavers
Double or nothing, double-pumping, napalm
With diesel, nah'mean? Whatever
Jojo, it's all gasoline
It's all gasoline