Paroles Fuzzy Dice de Optimus Rhyme

Textes et Paroles de Fuzzy Dice

Look at me, I'm a taxy cab driver
Go down the street, scope potential riders
Hey girl, where're you going? What's up dude?
I'll take you there if you got that loot

Yo! You checkin' me? I'm just a taxy cab driver
I charge a fee: it's credits or saliva
Yo bot, just keep your grill off the leather
We'll go through two time zones yet together

I got my boss on my back for a little hit-and-run
I light up b.b. your rides for fun
I work through the night, yo, I never see the sun channeling,
dead bots, they took my solar panelling
for fun - those fuckers! now I gotta re-duel
who I frequently play my rap about a week in advance
There's no chance for a bot like me
Never should a bit bait off a ...(???)

I'm missing gears like you wouldn't believe
Cheated on my cabbie exam to fake pedigree
Now, here's a bait that I think I should take
The human females, man they always tip great
(Hop on in. What's happenin'. Where're you headed, ladies?)
They pointed straight up, I hit the helium pedal.
I don't mean to meddle girls, but this neighborhood is grimy
Whatcha doing here with your nice and shiny boots
I heard a *PRRRRRR!* and I turn to look behind me
These Earth girls melted down to molted magma dudes
Those fuckers, always leaving lava on my floor mats
as they morph from one lifeform to another,
but I'm gonna get the last laugh
I got a door that's electric
I'll shock them down the bladder, ha!

Now that I'm done I'll stop down the depot
My boss checks out 'round two while it's three, so
I think I'm safe, I hit the keypad 8-7-8
*SECRET PASSCODE DENIED* -- oh great!
Man, that's all I need
Denied from getting my cabbie b.
I grabbed me three batteries and leave Alpha 3
Then I hit the street, I got a call: the Imperial Guard
got some drunk bots at the Queen's ball
*YES! YES! YA'LL!* Who's up a class 'bout to stack?
They tip me 20 credits and I ain't even look back.
(???), my right is like my groove: individual
Some face time with the (???) official.

Hey, yo! Look at me, I'm a taxy cab driver
Go down the street, scope potential riders
Hey girl! Where're you going? What's up dude?
I'll take you there if you got that loot

Yo! you checkin' me? I'm just a taxy cab driver
I charge a fee: it's credits or saliva
Hey bot, just keep your grill off the leather
We'll go through two time zones here together

I'm pushing my gramma Kia across 520
Seattle's fares ain't shit, besides its got plenty
To spare, square away with that bastard dispatcher
I'm still making more than I did with that rap shit.
I'm well known by the cops in this section
My expired tags gives them all an erection
The intersection is packed with other cabbies
Collecting the cheese, yo, exploiting the Japanese

I got clearance to land on Earth Beta
because my fake data comes from the best makers
I got a cab to rent, any takers?
If not I'll just sit right back and read the paper.

Bootleggers and pimps, black as the market
Around the block here, circling my cockpit
I got a Glock, cocked, inside my pocket
No matter how cocky you are, you can't stop it.

Picked up a couple at a bar up on 35th
"I'll be back folks, unless you got a cigarrette"
Went inside, grabbed a carton of Carltons
Came back out, holy shit! my fucking car's gone!
Now, you can skip on my tip; I'll be alright, yo
And maybe ride without paying, hey! I'll let it go
But if you're jacking my ride, I'm playing hero:
Reanimate Kubrik, I feel like DeNiro.
Gun-toting, smoking, wide-opened my eyes
penetrate the disguise of freeloading-ass criminals,
now under the impression I'm gonna let'em go
I ain't Eastwood, but this shit is unforgiveable.

Not a word to say, I took all of their clothes away
Stashed the heat in the ashtray, slid into Broadway
It's OK kids, I know you ain't gay
So I'm gonna end this with a "Fuck you, but have a nice day".

Artificial intelligence is overrated
I'm never gonna make it but I hate it out here
I wish I was a toaster oven in some dude's basement
Oh, what the fuck, man, I'm stuck in fourth gear
Those fuckers, I paid them just to overturn my break pads
But I can tell that they had a transmission fetish
I could see it in their shifty eye balls,
it was said that someone set the speed,
they're probably busting down the red (???)

Yo, I'm never gonna make it, man, I hate it out here
I hate it out here, I hate it out here

Yo, I'm never gonna make it, but I hate it out here
I hate it out here, I hate it out here

I'm never gonna make it, but I hate it out here
I waited all year and I still get up the ticket
yo, I'm never gonna make it, but I hate it out here
I'll swallow my beard, then I'll step up and I'll take it
Someday...

I'm gonna step up and I'll take it
Someday...

I'm gonna step up and I'll take it
Someday...

I'm gonna step up and I'll take it
Someday...

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