so we gotta get fake IDs.
But this grocery store clerk
is getting all up in my face
Telling me that I need an ID
to get some booze in this place
I get out of there, go to 6 in Alvarado
At 60 I say 20, give him 30,
Original stock, DMV, can't stop that
Robots don't got no bottom lines
Robots don't got no bottom lines
And so we gotta make, make our peace
I tried to get into El Tropico
So I could see some girlies
He ordered watered down traps
and paid a dollar for a honey
After I proceeded to get told the hell up
I grabbed the mic and began to empty
The whole place was jumping
and bopping through the fog
Cause Andy locked up in the place
so get the hell out of my face
L -O -O -L -E -F -R -O -S -T,
model number X -5 -6 -7 -3
it's hard packed to be exact
You want a passport, bitch,
You want to stop me, well, you better run
Get so jealous of my infinite life span
I'll throw your ass in a frying pan
Robots don't have no dollars
But since we got it, it ain't our games
Robots don't have no dollars
But since we got it, it ain't our games
Gettin' drunk off the cocktail
cause they forgot to card me
Knowing they'll get me on my way out
If they knew I was a robot they'd be like
I'm paid out, my robotic ass
Slapping bitches on the ass
I'll teleport back to my pad and crash
Robots don't got no bonnet lines
And so we gotta get A .I .Ds
Robots don't got no bonnet lines
So we gotta get A .I .P .s
Robots don't got no problem
So we gotta get A .I .P .s
Robots don't got no problem
So we gotta get A .I .P .s