Tech N9Ne – Check Yo Temperature lyrics

[Tech N9ne]
I keep my temperature on 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
Nigga, Turn the heat down
I know we skipped the line and bitches think we fine
I know you feelin drunk and tough but you best recline
You don't wanna get stained, It's pain in this lane
Imma check they temperature
They all up in my mix, mayne
What up suckaz? Aint no lookin back
I just wanna know, What you niggaz lookin at?

I just come to kick it with the bitches, I aint come for you
If you really want it, Yeah my homies got a gun or two
I'll take on everyone of you, What you wanna do?
Don't forget I got this whole club on my side, Trippin is dumb of 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 click and a real nigga like Mitchy Slick
On this Hennessey, Sprite and Lemon
Fuck these niggaz, invite the women
Bustaz wanna incite the grim
And now you gotta come fight the crimin-als
Don't give me that bullshit, nigga, Don't give me no looks

You better get over the shit
A veteran know when it get pathetic
Don't let it fuck up our Henny or Kush

So you better snap your fingers and then rock with it
Cause if your top spit it, Imma let somethin hot hit it
'Bout a hundred somethin, He looked like he wanted somethin
Remy had him beefy, Now he like a honey bun or somethin

[Hook]
Aye! Why they always gotta trip with ya?
I'm mindin my business now I gotta check yo temperature
Aye! Playa hata man yo fixin to
Make me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature
Aye! Now I aint 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

[Sundae]
I kick it, Stay fresh, Step out in my Sundays best
Bitches trippin, You'll get slapped
Hold up, Wait, What you bitches lookin at?

I'm colder than Aspen, Why you askin bout me?
You full of that liquor, She sicker
She a spittin vixen, A mix of Tech N9ne and Twista
Lips slicker than quick sand
Flippin bricks, gettin chips man
Hundred grand, They spic and span
That Louis V in my whip is wet
Who is she? Cause I been that
Who is he? He aint a threat
Who am I? KC rawest bitch
What you doin? Tryna snap back
A hundred degrees, I'm heated
Eat it like it was your dinner
You never been a friend of me
Bitch, better check your temperature

Rock you like Rocky
I'm cocky, Catch a lot of bodies
Tryna knock me?
Find my Iraqi straps down them Kawasaki's
What's poppin?
Like that seed that come from overseas
We G's leanin in that coupe so hard
That Sundae is a superstar

What the fuck you hoes starin for?
Knowin that y'all some scared hoes
Make me start a girl fight
Better check this bitches Fahrenheit
Brawlin niggas, I be be
See, Broke niggaz, I skee skee
I chirp ya name through this CB
They gon' drop you like my CD

[Hook]
Aye! Why they always gotta trip with ya?
I'm mindin my business now I gotta check yo temperature
Aye! Playa hata man yo fixin to
Make me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature
Aye! Now I aint 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

[T-Nutty]
To tell you the truth, We havin a ball
There's bitches all over the place
To tell you the truth, We havin a ball
There's bitches all over the place
There's bitches all over the place
Why is you niggaz all up in my face?
I'm finna flip the script and start trippin on 'em like
(What you niggaz lookin at?)

I think these niggaz might need some glasses
What they lookin at? A poodle tuckin his tail?
Well I aint never been mistookin that
Plus I can read your game plan like my book of raps
Last nigga that tried it, Caught a right and then he took a nap
Sleep, Go night-night for fuckin with niggaz that fight-fight
And some of you suckaz be hatin
Cause we shinin like some bright lights
T-Nutty's ya street buddy
Tech N9ne and the click
Niggaz better act like they got sense
Stop lookin at me, Nigga go get at a bitch

He a nigga stressed, The Factors won't flinch
Flip the script cause imma make ya bow down
Straight from Cal with a 50 cal., wow
Ask around and they'll tell ya blaow-blaow
Aint nobody trippin off of you
I just wanna kick it and be cool
Half of these niggaz that's up in this muthafucka
Wanna be part of the crew
Cause they know we do the full
Go dumb and act retarded
Don't ever like to start it but you could be a target
If I lose it, Open your mouth for this thermometer
I'm checkin niggaz temperature's
Then slidin off with your chick, Smokin bomb with her

[Hook]
Aye! Why they always gotta trip with ya?
I'm mindin my business now I gotta check yo temperature
Aye! Playa hata man yo fixin to
Make me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature
Aye! Now I aint 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