Tech N9ne - Check Yo Temperature lyrics

(Tech N9ne) 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 hit the town, When we do them haters frown, n***a turn the heat down I know we skip the line, N b**hes 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? s**as! Aint no lookin back! I just wanna know, Whut'chu n***as lookin at? I just come to kick it with the b**hes, 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 pissed, When they know I'm with me clique N a real n***a like mitch he's slick On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon, f** these n***as, invite the women Bustas wanna insight the grimin, Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als Don't gimmie that bullsh**, n***a dont gimmie no looks Ya better get over the sh**, A veterin knowin'll pathetic N let up f**in 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 (Sundae:) Ah! Kick it Stay fresh Step out In my sunday's best b**hes trippin You'll get slapped Hold up wait Watchu b**hes 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**h 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**h betta check yo temperature I'll block you like rocky on co*ky 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** you hoes stand for? Knowin you all are some scared hoes Make me start a girl fight Betta check this b**hes Fahrenheit Blowin n***as I'm BeBe See broke n***as I Skeske I'll choke ya head Beacause see They gon drop you like my cd [Chorus] (T-Nutty) To tell you the truth We havin a ball There's b**hes all over the place To Tell you the truth We havin a ball There's b**hes all over the place There's b**hes all over the place Why is you n***as all up in my face? I'm from the flipt a script And start trippin on them like Whatchu n***as lookin at? I think these n***as might need some gla**es 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***a that tried it Caught a ride n then he took a nap n***a sleep go night night For f**in wit n***as that fight fight And some of you s**as 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**h That n***a?? Flipt a script And my n***a bow down Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow Aint nobody trippin off of you I jus wanna kick it and be cool Half of these n***as are up in this motha f**a Wanna be part of the crew Cuz they know we do the fool Go dumb and act retarded 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***as temperature Ridin off with your chick Smokin bomb wit her [Chorus]