Check Yo Temperature - Tech N9ne, Sundae, T-Nutty

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 skip 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

I’mma check they temperature, they all up in my mix, mayne

What up, suckers, ain’t no lookin' back

I just wanna know: What you niggas lookin' at?

I just come to kick it with the bitches, 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 you wanna do?

Don’t forget I got this whole club on my side trippin' is dumb’a 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 clique and a real nigga like Mitchy Slick

On this Hennessy, Sprite and lemon, fuck these niggas, invite the women

Busters wanna insight the grimin', now you gotta invite the crimin-nals

Don’t gimme that bullshit, nigga don’t gimme no looks

You better get over the shit, a veteran knowin' you pathetic

And let 'em fuck up and hit me on kush

So you better snap your fingers and then rock with it

'Cause if you chops spit it, I’mma 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'

(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

Ah, kick it, stay, fresh, step out, in my, sunday’s best

Bitches, trippin', you’ll get slapped, hold up wait, what you bitches lookin'

at?

I’m callin' askin' why you askin' 'bout me, if for that liquor

She said 'cause she spittin' vixen in a mix of Tech N9ne and Twista

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 bitch, what you 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, bitch 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 fuck you hoes staring for?

Knowin' you all are some scared hoes

Make me start a girl fight, better check this bitches' Fahrenheit

Blowin' niggas I Be Be, see broke niggas I skeet skeet

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

To tell you the truth we havin' a ball, there’s bitches all over the place (x2)

There’s bitches 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 lookin' at?)

I think these niggas might need some glasses what they lookin' 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 nigga that tried it caught a right and then he took a nap

Sleep go night-night for fucking 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 bitch

That nigga stretched the flex but won’t flinch

Flipped the script and my nigga 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 motherfucker 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