Check Yo Temperature Testo

Testo Check Yo Temperature

(feat. Sundae & T-Nutty)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I keep my temperature at 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 n tough
But you best recline
You don't wanna get stained
It's pain in this lane
I'm a check they temperature
They all up in my mix mane
Whuttup suckas
Ain't no lookin back
I just wanna know
What'chu 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
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 don't 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
Cause if ya chops spit it
I'm a 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 with'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 ain't 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 ain't 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


[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 it's tail I ain't 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 with 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
Ain't 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
Don't 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 with her

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