Tech N9ne, Sundae, T-Nutty - Check Yo Temperature lyrics
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tech N9ne, Sundae, T-Nutty - Check Yo Temperature lyrics]
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, suckas, 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 of 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 come 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
(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
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 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' it's 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
(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
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, suckas, 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 of 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 come 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
(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
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 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' it's 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
(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