8 bit - i-deez lyrics
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
i need a can of beer.
i need it right now.
i need a can of beer so that i can freestyle.
but this grocery store clerk is getting all up in my case,
telling me that i need an i’d to get some booze in this place.
i get out of there, go to 6th and alvarado.
see a guy standing by, pull over and i spot him.
at sixty, i say twenty.
give ’em thirty,
yeah, it’s money.
original stock, dmv can’t stop that.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
i tried to get into el tropico’s
so i could see some girlies take their clothes off,
but crazee threw me out.
i snuck around the back door
and slipped hector a twenty.
he ordered watered-down drafts
and payed a dollar for a honey.
after i proceeded to get tore the h-ll up,
i grabbed a mic and began to mc.
the whole place was jumpin’ and boppin’,
“who the f-ck is anti-log?”
all up in the place,
so get the h-ll out of my face.
l-e-f-r-o-s-t,
model number x5673.
go into the gas station to get some cigarettes,
camel white lights hard-packed, to be exact.
you want a p-ssport, b-tch?!
i got a laser gun.
you wanna stop me?
well, you better run!
gettin’ so jealous of my infinite lifespan.
step on up, i’ll throw your -ss in a fryin’ pan.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
gettin’ drunk off tecate,
that a human-bot mixed.
chillin’ in the casino
’cause they forgot to card me.
now when they’ll get me on my way out,
if they knew i was a robot,
they be like, “get out and stay out!”
i’m paid out my robotic -ss
for calculating the odds of roulette and cr-ps,
and now i’m making the rounds
slapping b-tches on the -ss.
if worst comes to worst,
i’ll teleport back to my pad and crash.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
robots don’t got no driver’s license,
so we gotta get fake ids.
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