[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] 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' that 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' Rémy had him beefy now he look like a honey bun or somethin'
[Hook: Tech N9ne] 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
[Verse 2: Sundae] 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, beacause see they gon' drop you like my CD
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[Verse 3: T-Nutty] 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
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