Kool Keith

Kool Keith - I'm Seein' Robots lyrics

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 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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Composer: ?

Publisher: Ruffhouse Records LP

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Black Elvis / Lost in Space (1999)

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