Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check Yo Temperature, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Song language: English
Check Yo Temperature |
| 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 |