Check Yo Temperature (Explicit)

Check Yo Temperature (Explicit) - Tech N9ne/T-Nutty/Sundae

Written by：Tech N9ne

I keep my temperature at 74 when

I'm at the crib

And 79 in the winter time that's just how

I live but when the homies call and say let's hit the town

When we do them haters frown ni**a turn the heat down

I know we skip the line and b**ches think we fine

I know you feeling drunk n tough but you best recline

You don't wanna get stained

It's pain in this lane

I'mma check they temperature they all up in my mix mane

What up suckas

Ain't no looking back

I just wanna know what'chu niggas looking at

I just come to kick it with the b**ches

I ain't come for you

If you really want it yeah my homies got a gun or two

I take on every one of you what'chu wanna do

Don't forget

I got this whole club on my side trippin is dumb and you

Stop everybody what's that sound

It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down

With the quick

And why they wanna go and get me pissed when they know

I'm with me cliqueand a real ni**a like mitchy slick

On this hennessy sprite n lemon f**k these niggas invite the women

Bustas wanna insight the gremlin now ya gatta invite the crimin als

Don't gimmie that b******t ni**a don't gimmie no looks

Ya better get over the sh*t a veteran knowin'll patheticandn

Let up f**king ya hit me up cuz

So ya better snap ya fangers

And then rock with it

Cuz if ya chops spit it

I'mma let something hot hit it

Bout a hundred something he looked like he wanted something

Remy had him beefy now he look like a honey bun or something

Aye why they always gatta trip wit'cha

I'm minding my business now

I gotta check yo temperature

Aye playa hater man ya fixin' ta

Make me lose it if ya heated when

I check ya temperature

Aye now I ain't come to play games so why ya gatta go

And make me check ya temperature mane

Aye n I guess we all gonn' bang if ya heated when

I check ya temperature mane

Ah kick it stay fresh step out in my Sunday's best b**ches tripping

You'll get slapped hold up wait watchu b**ches looking at

I'm calling asking why you asking bout me if for that liquorshe said

Cuz she spitting new vics in a mixof tech n9ne and twistalip

Lip singing and quick sand flippin' bricks and gettin' chicks mad

Hundred grand they spick and span with louie v and my whip is wet

Who is she 'cause I been there who is he he ain't a threat

Who am I KC boss b**ch what you doing tryin' to snap back

A hundred degrees I'm heated eat it like it was your dinner roll

You've never been a friend to me b**ch better check yo temperature

Rocky on rocky I'm cocky catch a lot of bodies

Try to knock me from my hierarchy straight down on kawasakis

These poppies like that seed that come from over seas

We G's living in that clipse so hard that sundae is a superstar

What the f**k you hoes staring for knowin' you all are some scared hoes

Make me start a girl fight better check this b**ches' fahrenheit

Blowing niggas I be be see broke niggas I skeet skeet

I'll choke your head because see they gon' drop you like my CD

Aye why they always gotta trip with you

I'm minding my bidness now I gotta check yo temperature

Aye player hater man you fixin' to

Make me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature

Aye now I ain't come to play games

So why you gotta make me check yo temperature mayne

Aye and I guess we all gon' bang

If you heated when I check yo temperature mayne

To tell you the truth we havin' a ball there's b**ches all over the place

To tell you the truth we havin' a ball there's b**ches all over the place

There's b**ches all over the place

Why is you niggas all up in my face

I'm finna flip the script and start trippin' on them like

What you niggas looking at

I think these niggas might need some glasses what they looking at

A poodle tuckin' its tail I ain't ever been mistooken for that

Plus I can read your game plan like my book of raps

Last ni**a that tried it caught a right and then he took a nap

Sleep go night night for f**king with niggas that fight fight

And some of you suckers be hating 'cause we shining like some bright lights

T nutty your street buddy

Tech n9ne and the clique niggas better act like they got sense

Stop looking at me and go get in a b**ch

That ni**a stretched the flex but won't flinch

Flipped the script and my ni**a bow down

Straight from cal with a 50 cal wow

Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow

Ain't nobody tripping off of you I just wanna kick it and be cool

Half of these niggas up in this motherf**ker wanna be part of the crew

'Cause they know we do the fool go dumb and act retarded

Don't ever like to start it but you can be our target

If I lose it open your mouth for this thermometer

I'm checkin' niggas' temperature then sliding off

With your chick and smokin' bomb with her

Aye why they always gotta trip with you

I'm minding my bidness now I gotta check yo temperature

Aye player hater man you fixin' to

Make me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature

Aye now I ain't come to play games

So why you gotta make me check yo temperature mayne

Aye and I guess we all gon' bang

If you heated when I check yo temperature mayne