Check Yo Temperature Lyrics

(Verse 1: 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 and say lets 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 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 What'chu niggas 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 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 And why they wanna go n get me pissed when they know I'm with me clique And a real nigga like mitch he's slick On this Hennessy, sprite and lemon Fuck these niggas invite the women Bustas wanna insight the grimin Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als Don't gimmie that bullshit Nigga dont gimmie no looks Ya better get over the shit A veterin knowin'll pathetic And let up fuckin ya hit me up kush So ya better snap ya fangers And then rock 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 (Hook: Tech N9ne) 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 (Verse 2: Sundae) Kick it, stay fresh Step out, in my sundays best Bitches trippin you'll get slapped Hold up wait, watchu 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' chips man Hundred grand they spick-and-span Let louie v and my womens wet Who is she? Cause I been there Who is he? He aint a threat Who am I? KC Boss bitch 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 Bitch betta check yo temperature I'll block you like rocky on cocky 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 fuck you hoes stand for? Knowin you all are some scared hoes Make me start a girl fight Betta check this bitches fair height Blowin niggas I'm BeBe See broke niggas I Skeske I'll choke ya head Beacuse see they gon drop you like my CD (Hook) (Verse 3: 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 niggas all up in my face? I'm from the flipt a script and start trippin on them like Whatchu niggas lookin at? I think these niggas might need some glasses 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 nigga that tried it caught a ride n then he took a nap Nigga sleep go night night For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight And some of you suckas be hatin Cause we shinin like some bright lights T-Nutty your street buddy Tech N9ne and the click They betta act like they got system Lookin at me n go get in a bitch That nigga ?? Flipt a script And my nigga 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 niggas are up in this motha fucka Wanna be part of the crew Cause 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 niggas temperature Slidin' off with your chick and smokin bomb wit her (Hook)Tech N9ne f/ Sundae, T-Nutty - Check Yo Temperature - http://motolyrics.com/tech-n9ne-f-sundae-t-nutty/check-yo-temperature-lyrics.html