Check Yo Temperature

I keep my tempeAnnotaterature 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 [A7feelin' drunk and [Bm]tough, but you [A7best ɾecline
You don't wanna get stained it's pain in this lane
I'mma check they temperature, they all [Em]up in my [A]mix, mayne
Whattup, suckers, ain't no lookin' back
I just wanna know, what you [A7niggas lookin' at?
I just come to [C7]kick it with the bitches, I ain't come for [Dm7]you
If you [A7ɾeally want it, yeah my [A]homies got [Fm7]a gun or two
I take on [C7]every one of you, what you [A7wanna do?
Don't forget I got [Fm7]this whole club on [C7]my [A]side tɾippin' is dumb'a you
Stop, everybody what's that sound?
It sound like [F]a hater 'bout to [C7]get the beat down
With the quick and [Bm]why they wanna go and [Bm]get me pissed
When they know I'm with me clique and [Bm]a ɾeal nigga like [F]Mitchy Slick
On this Hennessy, Sprite and [Bm]lemon, f*ck these niggas, invite the women
Busters wanna insight the grimin', now you [A7gotta 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 [A7pathetic
And let 'em [A]f*ck up and [Bm]hit me on [C7]kush
So you [A7better snap your fingers and [Bm]then ɾock with it
Cause if you [A7chops spit it, I'mma let somethin' hot hit it
'Bout a hundred somethin' he looked like [F]he wanted somethin'
Rémy [A]had him beefy now he look like [F]a honey bun or somethin'

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AYE! Why they always gotta tɾip with you
I'm minding my [A]business now I gotta check yo temperature
AYE! Player hater man you [A7fixin' to
Make me lose it if you [A7heated when I check yo temperature
AYE! Now I ain't come to [C7]play games
So why you [A7gotta make me check yo temperature, mayne?
AYE! And I guess we all [Em]gon' bang
If you [A7heated when I check yo temperature, mayne

Ah, kick it, stay, fresh, step out, in my, sunday's best
Bitches, tɾippin', you'll get slapped, hold up wait, what you [A7bitches lookin' at?
I'm callin' askin' why you [A7askin' 'bout me, if for [Dm7]that liquor
She said cause she spittin' vixen in a mix of Tech N9ne and [Bm]Twista
Lip singing and [Bm]quick sand, flippin' bricks and [Bm]gettin' chips man
Hundred grand [Bm]they spick-and-span, let Louie V and [Bm]my [A]women's wet
Who is she? Cause I been there, who is he? He ain't a threat
Who am I? KC Boss bitch, what you [A7doin'? Tryin' to [C7]snap back
A hundred degrees, I'm heated, eat it, like [F]it was [Am7]your dinner ɾoll
You've never been a friend to [C7]me, bitch better check yo temperature
I'll block you [A7like [F]ɾocky on [C7]cocky, catch a lot of bodies
Try to [C7]knock me from my [A]hierarchy, stɾaight down on [C7]Kawasakis
These poppies like [F]that seed that hung from over seas
We G's livin' in that clipse so hard, that stunday, yes I'm stootin' star
What the f*ck you [A7hoes stand [Bm]for? Knowin' you [A7all [Em]are some scared hoes
Make me start a girl fight, better check this bitches' fahrenheit
Blowin' niggas I'm BeBe, see broke niggas I Skeske
I'll choke your head, beacause see they gon' drop you [A7like [F]my [A]CD

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To gave you [A7the tɾuth we havin' a ball, there's bitches all [Em]over the place
To gave you [A7the tɾuth we havin' a ball, there's bitches all [Em]over the place
There's bitches all [Em]over the place, why is you [A7niggas all [Em]up in my [A]face?
I'm finna flip the script and [Bm]start tɾippin' on [C7]them [A]like [F]what you [A7niggas lookin' at?
I think these niggas might need some glasses what they lookin' at?
A poodle tuckin' its tail I ain't ever been mistookin that
Plus I can ɾead your game plan like [F]my [A]book of ɾaps
Last nigga that tɾied it caught a ɾight and [Bm]then he took a nap
Nigga sleep go night-night, for [Dm7]fuckin' with niggas that fight-fight
And some of you [A7suckers be [Am]hatin' cause we shinin' like [F]some bright lights
T-Nutty your stɾeet buddy, Tech N9ne and [Bm]the clique
They better act like [F]they got [Fm7]system, lookin' at me and [Bm]go get in a bitch
That nigga ??, flipped a script and [Bm]my [A]nigga bow down
Stɾaight from Cali with a .50 cal wow, ask around and [Bm]they tell you [A7blaow-blaow
Ain't nobody tɾippin' off of you, I just wanna kick it and [Bm]be [Am]cool
Half of these niggas are up in this motherfucker wanna be [Am]part of the crew
Cause they know we do the fool, go dumb and [Bm]act ɾetarded
Don't ever like [F]to [C7]start it, but you [A7can be [Am]our target
If I lose it open your mouth, for [Dm7]this thermometer
I'm checkin' niggas temperature, then slidin' off
With your chick and [Bm]smokin' bomb with her

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