Check Yo Temperature (feat. T-Nutty & Sundae)

I keep my temperature on 74 when I'm at the crib

I'm 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

****, 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 gets stained, it's pain, in this lane

I'ma check they temperature, they all up in my mix, mane

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

I just wanna know, what you **** lookin' at

I just come to kick it with the bitches, I ain't come for you

If you really wanna, yeah, my homies got a gun or two

I take on everyone of you, what you wanna do

Don't forget, I got this whole club on my side

Trippin' is a dumb of you

Stop, everybody what's that sound?

A 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 **** like Mitchy Slick

On this Hennessy, Sprite and lemon

Fuck these ****, invite the women

Busters wanna insight the grimin'

Now you gotta come fight the criminals

Don't give me that bullshit, ****, don't give me no looks

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

And let 'me fuck up and hit me on kush

So you better snap your fingers, and then rock with it

'Cause if your chops spit it, I'ma let something hot hit it

'Bout a hunnid somethin', he looked like he wanted somethin'

Remy had him beefy, but now he like a honey bun or somethin'

Ay, why they always gotta trip with you

I'm mindin' my business, now I gotta check your temperature

Ay, player hater, man, you fixin' to

Make me lose it if you heated when I check your temperature

Ay, now I ain't come to play games

So why you gotta make me check your temperature, mane

Ay, and I guess we all gon' bang

If you heated when I check your temperature, mane

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' and 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 singin' and quick sand, flippin' bricks and gettin' chicks mad

Hunnid grand, they spick and span, with Louis V and my whips 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', tryna snap back

A hunnid degrees, I'm heated

Eat it like it was your dinner roll

You've never been a friend to me

Bitch, better take your temperature

I'm rocky like 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 overseas

We Gs, livin' in that clipse so hard, that Sundae is a superstar

What the fuck you hoes starin' for

Knowin' that y'all's some scared hoes

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

Blowin' ****, I B B, see broke ****, I skeet skeet

I'll choke your name for this CD

They gon' drop you like my CD

Ay, why they always gotta trip with you

I'm mindin' my business, now I gotta check your temperature

Ay, player hater, man, you fixin' to

Make me lose it if you heated when I check your temperature

Ay, now I ain't come to play games

So why you gotta make me check your temperature, mane

Ay, and I guess we all gon' bang

If you heated when I check your temperature, mane

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 **** all up in my face

I'm finnin' to flip the script, and start drippin' on 'em

Like, what you **** lookin' at

I think these **** might need some glasses, what they lookin' at

A poodle tuckin' his tail, I ain't ever been mistooken for that

Plus, I can read your game plan like my book of raps

Last **** that tried it, caught a right and then he took a nap

Sleep, go night-night, for fuckin' with **** that fight, fight

And some of you **** be hatin'

Cause we shinin' like some bright lights

T-Nutty, your street buddy

Tech N9ne and the clique

**** better act like they got sense

Stop lookin' at me and go get in a bitch

That **** stretched the flex but won't flinch

Flipped the script and my **** bow down

Straight from Cal with a fifty cal, wow

Ask around and they tell you blaow, blaow

Ain't nobody trippin' off you

I just wanna kick it and be cool

Half of these **** 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' **** temperature

Then slidin' off with your chick, smokin' bomb with her

Ay, why they always gotta trip with you

I'm mindin' my business, now I gotta check your temperature

Ay, player hater, man you fixin' to

Make me lose it if you heated when I check your temperature

Ay, now I ain't come to play games

So why you gotta make me check your temperature, mane

Ay, and I guess we all gon' bang

If you heated when I check your temperature, mane