tech n9ne - check yo temperature lyrics
“check yo temperature”
i keep my temperature at 74 when i’m at the crib
and 79 in the winter time, thats just how i live
but when the homies call n say lets h-t the town,
when we do them haters frown,
n-gg- turn the heat down
i know we skip the line,
n b-tches think we fine
i know you feelin drunk n tough,
but you best recline
you don’t wanna get stained
its pain in this lane
i’mma check they temperature,
they all up in my mix mane
whuttup? suckas!
aint no lookin back!
i just wanna know,
whut’chu n-gg-s lookin at?
i just come to kick it with the b-tches,
i aint come for you
if you really want it,
yeah my homies got a gun or two
i take on every one of you,
whut’chu wanna do
don’t forget i got this whole club on my side,
trippin is dumb’a you
stop, everybody, whuts that sound?
it sound like a hater bout to get the beat down
with the quick.
n why they wanna go n get me p-ssed,
when they know i’m with me clique
n a real n-gg- like mitch he’s slick
on this hennessy, sprite n lemon,
f-ck these n-gg-s, invite the women
bustas wanna insight the grimin,
now ya gatta invite the crimin-als
don’t gimmie that bullsh-t,
n-gg- dont gimmie no looks
ya better get over the sh-t,
a veterin knowin’ll pathetic
n let up f-ckin ya hit me up cuz
so ya better snap ya fangers
and then rrock with it
cuz if ya chops spit it
i’mma let somethin hot hit it
bout a hundred somethin,
he looked like he wanted somethin
remey had him beefy,
now he look like a honey bun or somethin
[chorus:]
aye why they always gatta trip wit’cha
i’m mindin my bidness,
now i gatta 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 aint come to play games,
so why ya gatta go n 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 sundays best
b-tches trippin
you’ll get slapped
hold up wait
watchu b-tches lookin at?
i’m callin askin
why you askin bout me?
if for that liquor
she said cuz she spittin
new vics in a mix
of tech n9ne and twista
lip singing and chris at
?? at
hundred grand
they spendin spend
let louie v
and my womens wet
who is she?
cuz i been there
who is he?
he aint a threat
who am i?
kc boss b-tch
watchu doin?
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-tch betta check yo temperature
i’ll block you like rocky on c-cky
catch a lotta bombs
try to knock me from my heiarchy
straight down on calasackis
these poppies like that seed that
hung from over seas
we g’s livin in that clipse so hard
that stunday is a stootin star
what the f-ck you hoes stand for?
knowin you all are some scared hoes
make me start a girl fight
betta check this b-tches fair height
blowin n-gg-s i’m bebe
see broke n-gg-s i skeske
i’ll choke ya head
beacuse see
they gon drop you like my cd
[chorus]
to tell you the truth
we havin a ball
there’s b-tches all over the place
to tell you the truth
we havin a ball
there’s b-tches all over the place
there’s b-tches all over the place
why is you n-gg-s all up in my face?
i’m from the flipt a script
and start trippin on them like
whatchu n-gg-s lookin at?
i think these n-gg-s might need some gl-sses
what they lookin at?
i poodle tuckin its tail
i aint ever been mistookin that
plus i can read your game plan
like my book of raps
last n-gg- that tried it
caught a ride n then he took a nap
n-gg- sleep go night night
for f-ckin wit n-gg-s that fight fight
and some of you suckas be hatin
cuz we shinin like some bright lights
tee nutty your street buddy
tech n9ne in the click
they betta act like they got system
lookin at me n go get in a b-tch
that n-gg- ??
flipt a script
and my n-gg- bow down
straight from cal with a .50 cal wow
ask around and they tell you blaow blaow
aint n-body trippin off of you
i jus wanna kick it and be cool
half of these n-gg-s are up in this motha f-cka
wanna be part of the crew
cuz they know we do the fool
go dumb and act r-t-rded
dont ever like the started
but you can be our target
if i lose it open your mouth
for this thermometer
but check a n-gg-s temperature
ridin off with your chick
smokin bomb wit her
[chorus]
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