Tech N9ne

Tech N9ne - Check Yo Temperature lyrics

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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, 

Nigga turn the heat down 

I know we skip the line, 

N 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, 

Whut'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. 

N why they wanna go n get me pissed, 

When they know I'm with me clique 

N a real nigga like mitch he's slick 



On this Hennessy, sprite n 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 

N let up fuckin 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 



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 

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 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 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 



[Chorus]

AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha 

I'm mindin my bidness, 

Now I gatta check yo temperature 

AYE, playa hater may ya (?) 

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 



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 

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 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 

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 niggas temperature 

Ridin off with your chick 

Smokin bomb wit her 



[Chorus]

AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha 

I'm mindin my bidness, 

Now I gatta check yo temperature 

AYE, playa hater may ya (?) 

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
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