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Kool Keith - I'm Seein' Robots lyrics
Kool Keith] VoiceMail pagers These are the things that robots carry to get they hair done Eyes made up Difference effects to their bodies Sometimes too many to even know The life of a robot Yo don't waste my time on the phone girl I'm goin to bed That movie resteraunt you need cash that game is dead I pull your wig off you step back you have a tantrum I hold your rent money contacts I hold for ransom Cut off your phone bill, Merecedes wrecked, in the Mobil That's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel? Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four-track Your mother's callin, for WIC checks, she soundin wack I bought your first food, high-class, you was rude House with no heat on, with slippers on, you walkin nude Back with your girlfriends I cancel banks stop your shoppin You work with kneepads, you loose stiff on Soul Train poppin Your head keep boppin, you face out, with purple tracin I put you out, we can end this at the gas station Let's do this now, not impressed, I'ma show you how Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X) I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!) I'm seein robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!) You drive in Hollywood, long hair, Buick Regal License in California, ID's phony not illegal Livin with roommates, you camp out, with paper plates Broke Panasonic speakers missin playin Puff and Mase Clear up yo' acne, girl what yo, how you act B Call police up, tell them what? How you tried to smack me I'm movin thorough on the freeway callin you on three way Watchin my back got your friends all on instant replay You say you married sewed your weave in, yo where's your ring at? Interscope records got your demo girl, where you sing at? Pull out your masters, your DAT's, all you have is cats Pet little turtles in your bedroom, enough for headroom Usin your restroom when, company come, that's your best room I stay the dopest while you party hard, losin focus Starin in mirrors combin hair, with the kids on welfare I watch your mailbox like Vietnam guerilla warfare That's not your real hair, rip credit cards, I don't care Liposuction, Jenny Craig, is yo' introduction Volkswagen fog up, your dirty engine Boo smog up You hit the malls and, with chip phones, makin calls and I'm audi 5, yeah Chorus I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!) I'm seein -- goo goo gah gah, them ugly kids call me da-da Missin they father while you try to pawn the ring and phones and You probably Jonzin, gettin greedy, eatin at Tony Rhome's and stuffin your mouth out with fat pigs, you smokin cigs Rip out your buttcrack, no bras out, to fit your back Skinny legs, trip on, you get your grub and rip on The DJ spin the club is wack, yo they close at ten They turned the lights on, I seen your mug, you looked bugged Close your face, I see your rims, I know you freebase! Chorus 3X (I'm seein robots!) All you model robots With mechanical legs, fake hips, implants Little chips in your arms Body movement, metal metallic, unpure .. Robots (little robots) Stiff arms, kneecaps, oil (R-O-B-O-T) (R-O-B-O-T) Metal, robots (Little go go romance robots) (Little go go romance robots |
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