[{"id":1901647,"name":"Check Yo Temperature","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\nWhen we do them haters frown,\nNigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nN bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nBut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nThey all up in my mix mane\nWhuttup? Suckas!\nAint no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhut'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb'a you\n\nStop, everybody, whuts that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nN why they wanna go n get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nN a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the grimin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veterin knowin'll pathetic\nN let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rrock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemey had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my bidness,\nNow I gatta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n(Sundae:)\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sunday's best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\n\nWho is she?\nCuz I been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\n\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lotta bombs\nTry to knock me from my heiarchy\nStraight down on calasackis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nHung from over seas\nWe g's livin in that clipse so hard\nThat stunday is a stootin star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches Fahrenheit\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeske\nI'll choke ya head\nBeacause see\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n\n(T-Nutty)\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\n\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flipt a script\nAnd start trippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\n\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a ride n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nTee nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne in the click\nThey betta act like they got system\nLookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga??\nFlipt a script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like the started\nBut you can be our target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nBut check a niggas temperature\nRidin off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.91] I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n[00:02.86] And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n[00:04.10] But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n[00:09.38] When we do them haters frown,\n[00:18.80] Nigga turn the heat down\n[00:19.75] I know we skip the line,\n[00:20.11] N bitches think we fine\n[00:20.41] I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n[00:20.79] But you best recline\n[00:21.02] You don't wanna get stained\n[00:21.43] Its pain in this lane\n[00:21.71] I'mma check they temperature,\n[00:23.14] They all up in my mix mane\n[00:24.86] Whuttup? Suckas!\n[00:26.41] Aint no lookin back!\n[00:28.13] I just wanna know,\n[00:29.12] Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n[00:30.85] I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n[00:32.13] I aint come for you\n[00:34.86] If you really want it,\n[00:36.10] Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n[00:37.19] I take on every one of you,\n[00:38.16] Whut'chu wanna do\n[00:39.58] Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n[00:42.30] Trippin is dumb'a you\n[00:43.26] Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n[00:44.54] It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n[00:47.94] With the quick.\n[00:49.24] N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n[00:51.24] When they know I'm with me clique\n[00:53.29] N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n[00:54.64] On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n[00:56.21] Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n[00:57.68] Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n[00:58.92] Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n[01:00.72] Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n[01:03.15] Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n[01:04.46] Ya better get over the shit,\n[01:05.48] A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n[01:06.09] N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n[01:07.08] So ya better snap ya fangers\n[01:08.73] And then rrock with it\n[01:10.02] Cuz if ya chops spit it\n[01:11.39] I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n[01:13.08] Bout a hundred somethin,\n[01:14.50] He looked like he wanted somethin\n[01:15.40] Remey had him beefy,\n[01:16.87] Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n[01:18.43] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[01:21.26] I'm mindin my bidness,\n[01:22.52] Now I gatta check yo temperature\n[01:24.56] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[01:26.25] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[01:27.98] When I check ya temperature\n[01:30.28] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[01:32.37] So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n[01:35.27] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[01:41.67] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[01:42.63] (Sundae:)\n[01:43.92] Ah!\n[01:44.25] Kick it\n[01:45.34] Stay fresh\n[01:46.09] Step out\n[01:46.66] In my sunday's best\n[01:47.39] Bitches trippin\n[01:50.42] You'll get slapped\n[01:51.39] Hold up wait\n[01:52.64] Watchu bitches lookin at?\n[01:54.49] I'm callin askin\n[01:55.26] Why you askin bout me?\n[01:56.23] If for that liquor\n[01:56.97] She said cuz she spittin\n[01:57.88] New vics in a mix\n[01:58.85] Of tech n9ne and twista\n[01:59.87] Lip singing and chris at?? at\n[02:00.57] Hundred grand\n[02:01.56] They spendin spend\n[02:02.97] Let louie v\n[02:03.53] And my womens wet\n[02:06.60] Who is she?\n[02:07.63] Cuz I been there\n[02:08.85] Who is he?\n[02:09.25] He aint a threat\n[02:09.99] Who am I?\n[02:10.34] KC Boss bitch\n[02:11.33] Watchu doin?\n[02:12.24] Tryin to snap back\n[02:12.60] A hundred degrees\n[02:13.38] I'm heated\n[02:13.98] Eat it\n[02:14.92] Like it was your dinner roll\n[02:15.53] You've never been a friend to me\n[02:16.22] Bitch betta check yo temperature\n[02:18.31] I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n[02:19.39] Catch a lotta bombs\n[02:20.01] Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n[02:20.73] Straight down on calasackis\n[02:21.78] These poppies like that seed that\n[02:23.95] Hung from over seas\n[02:24.32] We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n[02:28.72] That stunday is a stootin star\n[02:29.79] What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n[02:32.09] Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n[02:33.11] Make me start a girl fight\n[02:34.73] Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit\n[02:35.76] Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n[02:37.47] See broke niggas I Skeske\n[02:38.90] I'll choke ya head\n[02:39.82] Beacause see\n[02:40.88] They gon drop you like my cd\n[02:41.88] (T-Nutty)\n[02:42.87] To tell you the truth\n[02:44.13] We havin a ball\n[03:08.13] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:09.44] To Tell you the truth\n[03:10.38] We havin a ball\n[03:11.05] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:12.50] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:13.79] Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n[03:15.44] I'm from the flipt a script\n[03:16.16] And start trippin on them like\n[03:17.10] Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n[03:18.57] I think these niggas might need some glasses\n[03:20.48] What they lookin at?\n[03:21.42] I poodle tuckin its tail\n[03:22.87] I aint ever been mistookin that\n[03:24.50] Plus I can read your game plan\n[03:26.16] Like my book of raps\n[03:27.45] Last nigga that tried it\n[03:29.25] Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n[03:30.88] Nigga sleep go night night\n[03:32.17] For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n[03:33.14] And some of you suckas be hatin\n[03:34.97] Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n[03:36.28] Tee nutty your street buddy\n[03:37.28] Tech n9ne in the click\n[03:39.33] They betta act like they got system\n[03:40.63] Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n[03:41.99] That nigga??\n[03:42.66] Flipt a script\n[03:43.33] And my nigga bow down\n[03:44.27] Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n[03:46.33] Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n[03:47.76] Aint nobody trippin off of you\n[03:49.30] I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n[03:50.98] Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n[03:52.73] Wanna be part of the crew\n[03:53.76] Cuz they know we do the fool\n[03:55.37] Go dumb and act retarded\n[03:57.02] Dont ever like the started\n[03:58.19] But you can be our target\n[03:59.73] If I lose it open your mouth\n[04:01.43] For this thermometer\n[04:02.87] But check a niggas temperature\n[04:04.42] Ridin off with your chick\n[04:06.13] Smokin bomb wit her\n[04:12.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 270000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n start_ms: 1910\n end_ms: 2860\n- text: And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n start_ms: 2860\n end_ms: 4100\n- text: But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n start_ms: 4100\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: When we do them haters frown,\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 18800\n- text: Nigga turn the heat down\n start_ms: 18800\n end_ms: 19750\n- text: I know we skip the line,\n start_ms: 19750\n end_ms: 20110\n- text: N bitches think we fine\n start_ms: 20110\n end_ms: 20410\n- text: I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n start_ms: 20410\n end_ms: 20790\n- text: But you best recline\n start_ms: 20790\n end_ms: 21020\n- text: You don't wanna get stained\n start_ms: 21020\n end_ms: 21430\n- text: Its pain in this lane\n start_ms: 21430\n end_ms: 21710\n- text: I'mma check they temperature,\n start_ms: 21710\n end_ms: 23140\n- text: They all up in my mix mane\n start_ms: 23140\n end_ms: 24860\n- text: Whuttup? 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Suckas!\n Aint no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n Whut'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb'a you\n\n Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rrock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remey had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my bidness,\n Now I gatta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n (Sundae:)\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sunday's best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n\n Who is she?\n Cuz I been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lotta bombs\n Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n Straight down on calasackis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Hung from over seas\n We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n That stunday is a stootin star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeske\n I'll choke ya head\n Beacause see\n They gon drop you like my cd\n\n (T-Nutty)\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flipt a script\n And start trippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n Tee nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne in the click\n They betta act like they got system\n Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga??\n Flipt a script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like the started\n But you can be our target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n But check a niggas temperature\n Ridin off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n"},{"id":31298700,"name":"Check Yo Temperature","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\nWhen we do them haters frown,\nNigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nN bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nBut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nThey all up in my mix mane\nWhuttup? Suckas!\nAint no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhut'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb'a you\n\nStop, everybody, whuts that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nN why they wanna go n get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nN a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the grimin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veterin knowin'll pathetic\nN let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rrock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemey had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my bidness,\nNow I gatta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n(Sundae:)\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sunday's best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\n\nWho is she?\nCuz I been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\n\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lotta bombs\nTry to knock me from my heiarchy\nStraight down on calasackis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nHung from over seas\nWe g's livin in that clipse so hard\nThat stunday is a stootin star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches Fahrenheit\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeske\nI'll choke ya head\nBeacause see\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n\n(T-Nutty)\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\n\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flipt a script\nAnd start trippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\n\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a ride n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nTee nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne in the click\nThey betta act like they got system\nLookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga??\nFlipt a script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like the started\nBut you can be our target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nBut check a niggas temperature\nRidin off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.91] I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n[00:02.86] And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n[00:04.10] But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n[00:09.38] When we do them haters frown,\n[00:18.80] Nigga turn the heat down\n[00:19.75] I know we skip the line,\n[00:20.11] N bitches think we fine\n[00:20.41] I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n[00:20.79] But you best recline\n[00:21.02] You don't wanna get stained\n[00:21.43] Its pain in this lane\n[00:21.71] I'mma check they temperature,\n[00:23.14] They all up in my mix mane\n[00:24.86] Whuttup? Suckas!\n[00:26.41] Aint no lookin back!\n[00:28.13] I just wanna know,\n[00:29.12] Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n[00:30.85] I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n[00:32.13] I aint come for you\n[00:34.86] If you really want it,\n[00:36.10] Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n[00:37.19] I take on every one of you,\n[00:38.16] Whut'chu wanna do\n[00:39.58] Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n[00:42.30] Trippin is dumb'a you\n[00:43.26] Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n[00:44.54] It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n[00:47.94] With the quick.\n[00:49.24] N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n[00:51.24] When they know I'm with me clique\n[00:53.29] N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n[00:54.64] On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n[00:56.21] Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n[00:57.68] Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n[00:58.92] Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n[01:00.72] Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n[01:03.15] Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n[01:04.46] Ya better get over the shit,\n[01:05.48] A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n[01:06.09] N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n[01:07.08] So ya better snap ya fangers\n[01:08.73] And then rrock with it\n[01:10.02] Cuz if ya chops spit it\n[01:11.39] I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n[01:13.08] Bout a hundred somethin,\n[01:14.50] He looked like he wanted somethin\n[01:15.40] Remey had him beefy,\n[01:16.87] Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n[01:18.43] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[01:21.26] I'm mindin my bidness,\n[01:22.52] Now I gatta check yo temperature\n[01:24.56] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[01:26.25] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[01:27.98] When I check ya temperature\n[01:30.28] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[01:32.37] So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n[01:35.27] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[01:41.67] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[01:42.63] (Sundae:)\n[01:43.92] Ah!\n[01:44.25] Kick it\n[01:45.34] Stay fresh\n[01:46.09] Step out\n[01:46.66] In my sunday's best\n[01:47.39] Bitches trippin\n[01:50.42] You'll get slapped\n[01:51.39] Hold up wait\n[01:52.64] Watchu bitches lookin at?\n[01:54.49] I'm callin askin\n[01:55.26] Why you askin bout me?\n[01:56.23] If for that liquor\n[01:56.97] She said cuz she spittin\n[01:57.88] New vics in a mix\n[01:58.85] Of tech n9ne and twista\n[01:59.87] Lip singing and chris at?? 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text: Ridin off with your chick\n start_ms: 244420\n end_ms: 246130\n- text: Smokin bomb wit her\n start_ms: 246130\n end_ms: 252640\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 252640\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n When we do them haters frown,\n Nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n N bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n But you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n They all up in my mix mane\n Whuttup? Suckas!\n Aint no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n Whut'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb'a you\n\n Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rrock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remey had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my bidness,\n Now I gatta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n (Sundae:)\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sunday's best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n\n Who is she?\n Cuz I been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lotta bombs\n Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n Straight down on calasackis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Hung from over seas\n We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n That stunday is a stootin star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeske\n I'll choke ya head\n Beacause see\n They gon drop you like my cd\n\n (T-Nutty)\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flipt a script\n And start trippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n Tee nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne in the click\n They betta act like they got system\n Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga??\n Flipt a script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like the started\n But you can be our target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n But check a niggas temperature\n Ridin off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n"},{"id":19948166,"name":"Check Yo Temperature","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":272.137868,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\nWhen we do them haters frown,\nNigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nN bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nBut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nThey all up in my mix mane\nWhuttup? Suckas!\nAint no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhut'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb'a you\n\nStop, everybody, whuts that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nN why they wanna go n get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nN a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the grimin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veterin knowin'll pathetic\nN let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rrock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemey had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my bidness,\nNow I gatta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n(Sundae:)\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sunday's best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\n\nWho is she?\nCuz I been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\n\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lotta bombs\nTry to knock me from my heiarchy\nStraight down on calasackis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nHung from over seas\nWe g's livin in that clipse so hard\nThat stunday is a stootin star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches Fahrenheit\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeske\nI'll choke ya head\nBeacause see\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n\n(T-Nutty)\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\n\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flipt a script\nAnd start trippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\n\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a ride n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nTee nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne in the click\nThey betta act like they got system\nLookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga??\nFlipt a script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like the started\nBut you can be our target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nBut check a niggas temperature\nRidin off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.91] I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n[00:02.86] And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n[00:04.10] But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n[00:09.38] When we do them haters frown,\n[00:18.80] Nigga turn the heat down\n[00:19.75] I know we skip the line,\n[00:20.11] N bitches think we fine\n[00:20.41] I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n[00:20.79] But you best recline\n[00:21.02] You don't wanna get stained\n[00:21.43] Its pain in this lane\n[00:21.71] I'mma check they temperature,\n[00:23.14] They all up in my mix mane\n[00:24.86] Whuttup? Suckas!\n[00:26.41] Aint no lookin back!\n[00:28.13] I just wanna know,\n[00:29.12] Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n[00:30.85] I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n[00:32.13] I aint come for you\n[00:34.86] If you really want it,\n[00:36.10] Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n[00:37.19] I take on every one of you,\n[00:38.16] Whut'chu wanna do\n[00:39.58] Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n[00:42.30] Trippin is dumb'a you\n[00:43.26] Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n[00:44.54] It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n[00:47.94] With the quick.\n[00:49.24] N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n[00:51.24] When they know I'm with me clique\n[00:53.29] N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n[00:54.64] On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n[00:56.21] Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n[00:57.68] Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n[00:58.92] Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n[01:00.72] Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n[01:03.15] Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n[01:04.46] Ya better get over the shit,\n[01:05.48] A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n[01:06.09] N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n[01:07.08] So ya better snap ya fangers\n[01:08.73] And then rrock with it\n[01:10.02] Cuz if ya chops spit it\n[01:11.39] I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n[01:13.08] Bout a hundred somethin,\n[01:14.50] He looked like he wanted somethin\n[01:15.40] Remey had him beefy,\n[01:16.87] Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n[01:18.43] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[01:21.26] I'm mindin my bidness,\n[01:22.52] Now I gatta check yo temperature\n[01:24.56] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[01:26.25] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[01:27.98] When I check ya temperature\n[01:30.28] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[01:32.37] So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n[01:35.27] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[01:41.67] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[01:42.63] (Sundae:)\n[01:43.92] Ah!\n[01:44.25] Kick it\n[01:45.34] Stay fresh\n[01:46.09] Step out\n[01:46.66] In my sunday's best\n[01:47.39] Bitches trippin\n[01:50.42] You'll get slapped\n[01:51.39] Hold up wait\n[01:52.64] Watchu bitches lookin at?\n[01:54.49] I'm callin askin\n[01:55.26] Why you askin bout me?\n[01:56.23] If for that liquor\n[01:56.97] She said cuz she spittin\n[01:57.88] New vics in a mix\n[01:58.85] Of tech n9ne and twista\n[01:59.87] Lip singing and chris at?? at\n[02:00.57] Hundred grand\n[02:01.56] They spendin spend\n[02:02.97] Let louie v\n[02:03.53] And my womens wet\n[02:06.60] Who is she?\n[02:07.63] Cuz I been there\n[02:08.85] Who is he?\n[02:09.25] He aint a threat\n[02:09.99] Who am I?\n[02:10.34] KC Boss bitch\n[02:11.33] Watchu doin?\n[02:12.24] Tryin to snap back\n[02:12.60] A hundred degrees\n[02:13.38] I'm heated\n[02:13.98] Eat it\n[02:14.92] Like it was your dinner roll\n[02:15.53] You've never been a friend to me\n[02:16.22] Bitch betta check yo temperature\n[02:18.31] I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n[02:19.39] Catch a lotta bombs\n[02:20.01] Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n[02:20.73] Straight down on calasackis\n[02:21.78] These poppies like that seed that\n[02:23.95] Hung from over seas\n[02:24.32] We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n[02:28.72] That stunday is a stootin star\n[02:29.79] What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n[02:32.09] Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n[02:33.11] Make me start a girl fight\n[02:34.73] Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit\n[02:35.76] Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n[02:37.47] See broke niggas I Skeske\n[02:38.90] I'll choke ya head\n[02:39.82] Beacause see\n[02:40.88] They gon drop you like my cd\n[02:41.88] (T-Nutty)\n[02:42.87] To tell you the truth\n[02:44.13] We havin a ball\n[03:08.13] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:09.44] To Tell you the truth\n[03:10.38] We havin a ball\n[03:11.05] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:12.50] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:13.79] Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n[03:15.44] I'm from the flipt a script\n[03:16.16] And start trippin on them like\n[03:17.10] Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n[03:18.57] I think these niggas might need some glasses\n[03:20.48] What they lookin at?\n[03:21.42] I poodle tuckin its tail\n[03:22.87] I aint ever been mistookin that\n[03:24.50] Plus I can read your game plan\n[03:26.16] Like my book of raps\n[03:27.45] Last nigga that tried it\n[03:29.25] Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n[03:30.88] Nigga sleep go night night\n[03:32.17] For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n[03:33.14] And some of you suckas be hatin\n[03:34.97] Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n[03:36.28] Tee nutty your street buddy\n[03:37.28] Tech n9ne in the click\n[03:39.33] They betta act like they got system\n[03:40.63] Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n[03:41.99] That nigga??\n[03:42.66] Flipt a script\n[03:43.33] And my nigga bow down\n[03:44.27] Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n[03:46.33] Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n[03:47.76] Aint nobody trippin off of you\n[03:49.30] I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n[03:50.98] Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n[03:52.73] Wanna be part of the crew\n[03:53.76] Cuz they know we do the fool\n[03:55.37] Go dumb and act retarded\n[03:57.02] Dont ever like the started\n[03:58.19] But you can be our target\n[03:59.73] If I lose it open your mouth\n[04:01.43] For this thermometer\n[04:02.87] But check a niggas temperature\n[04:04.42] Ridin off with your chick\n[04:06.13] Smokin bomb wit her\n[04:12.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 272138\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n start_ms: 1910\n end_ms: 2860\n- text: And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n start_ms: 2860\n end_ms: 4100\n- text: But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n start_ms: 4100\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: When we do them haters frown,\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 18800\n- text: Nigga turn the heat down\n start_ms: 18800\n end_ms: 19750\n- text: I know we skip the line,\n start_ms: 19750\n end_ms: 20110\n- text: N bitches think we fine\n start_ms: 20110\n end_ms: 20410\n- text: I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n start_ms: 20410\n end_ms: 20790\n- text: But you best recline\n start_ms: 20790\n end_ms: 21020\n- text: You don't wanna get stained\n start_ms: 21020\n end_ms: 21430\n- text: Its pain in this lane\n start_ms: 21430\n end_ms: 21710\n- text: I'mma check they temperature,\n start_ms: 21710\n end_ms: 23140\n- text: They all up in my mix mane\n start_ms: 23140\n end_ms: 24860\n- text: Whuttup? 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text: Ridin off with your chick\n start_ms: 244420\n end_ms: 246130\n- text: Smokin bomb wit her\n start_ms: 246130\n end_ms: 252640\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 252640\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n When we do them haters frown,\n Nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n N bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n But you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n They all up in my mix mane\n Whuttup? Suckas!\n Aint no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n Whut'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb'a you\n\n Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rrock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remey had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my bidness,\n Now I gatta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n (Sundae:)\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sunday's best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n\n Who is she?\n Cuz I been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lotta bombs\n Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n Straight down on calasackis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Hung from over seas\n We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n That stunday is a stootin star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeske\n I'll choke ya head\n Beacause see\n They gon drop you like my cd\n\n (T-Nutty)\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flipt a script\n And start trippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n Tee nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne in the click\n They betta act like they got system\n Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga??\n Flipt a script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like the started\n But you can be our target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n But check a niggas temperature\n Ridin off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n"},{"id":39794073,"name":"Check Yo Temperature","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\nWhen we do them haters frown,\nNigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nN bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nBut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nThey all up in my mix mane\nWhuttup? Suckas!\nAint no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhut'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb'a you\n\nStop, everybody, whuts that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nN why they wanna go n get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nN a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the grimin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veterin knowin'll pathetic\nN let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rrock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemey had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my bidness,\nNow I gatta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n(Sundae:)\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sunday's best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\n\nWho is she?\nCuz I been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\n\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lotta bombs\nTry to knock me from my heiarchy\nStraight down on calasackis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nHung from over seas\nWe g's livin in that clipse so hard\nThat stunday is a stootin star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches Fahrenheit\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeske\nI'll choke ya head\nBeacause see\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n\n(T-Nutty)\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\n\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flipt a script\nAnd start trippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\n\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a ride n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nTee nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne in the click\nThey betta act like they got system\nLookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga??\nFlipt a script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like the started\nBut you can be our target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nBut check a niggas temperature\nRidin off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.91]I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n[00:02.86]And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n[00:04.10]But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n[00:09.38]When we do them haters frown,\n[00:18.80]Nigga turn the heat down\n[00:19.75]I know we skip the line,\n[00:20.11]N bitches think we fine\n[00:20.41]I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n[00:20.79]But you best recline\n[00:21.02]You don't wanna get stained\n[00:21.43]Its pain in this lane\n[00:21.71]I'mma check they temperature,\n[00:23.14]They all up in my mix mane\n[00:24.86]Whuttup? Suckas!\n[00:26.41]Aint no lookin back!\n[00:28.13]I just wanna know,\n[00:29.12]Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n[00:30.85]I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n[00:32.13]I aint come for you\n[00:34.86]If you really want it,\n[00:36.10]Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n[00:37.19]I take on every one of you,\n[00:38.16]Whut'chu wanna do\n[00:39.58]Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n[00:42.30]Trippin is dumb'a you\n[00:43.26]Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n[00:44.54]It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n[00:47.94]With the quick.\n[00:49.24]N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n[00:51.24]When they know I'm with me clique\n[00:53.29]N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n[00:54.64]On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n[00:56.21]Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n[00:57.68]Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n[00:58.92]Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n[01:00.72]Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n[01:03.15]Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n[01:04.46]Ya better get over the shit,\n[01:05.48]A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n[01:06.09]N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n[01:07.08]So ya better snap ya fangers\n[01:08.73]And then rrock with it\n[01:10.02]Cuz if ya chops spit it\n[01:11.39]I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n[01:13.08]Bout a hundred somethin,\n[01:14.50]He looked like he wanted somethin\n[01:15.40]Remey had him beefy,\n[01:16.87]Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n[01:18.43]AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[01:21.26]I'm mindin my bidness,\n[01:22.52]Now I gatta check yo temperature\n[01:24.56]AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[01:26.25]Make me lose it if ya heated\n[01:27.98]When I check ya temperature\n[01:30.28]AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[01:32.37]So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n[01:35.27]AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[01:41.67]If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[01:42.63](Sundae:)\n[01:43.92]Ah!\n[01:44.25]Kick it\n[01:45.34]Stay fresh\n[01:46.09]Step out\n[01:46.66]In my sunday's best\n[01:47.39]Bitches trippin\n[01:50.42]You'll get slapped\n[01:51.39]Hold up wait\n[01:52.64]Watchu bitches lookin at?\n[01:54.49]I'm callin askin\n[01:55.26]Why you askin bout me?\n[01:56.23]If for that liquor\n[01:56.97]She said cuz she spittin\n[01:57.88]New vics in a mix\n[01:58.85]Of tech n9ne and twista\n[01:59.87]Lip singing and chris at?? at\n[02:00.57]Hundred grand\n[02:01.56]They spendin spend\n[02:02.97]Let louie v\n[02:03.53]And my womens wet\n[02:06.60]Who is she?\n[02:07.63]Cuz I been there\n[02:08.85]Who is he?\n[02:09.25]He aint a threat\n[02:09.99]Who am I?\n[02:10.34]KC Boss bitch\n[02:11.33]Watchu doin?\n[02:12.24]Tryin to snap back\n[02:12.60]A hundred degrees\n[02:13.38]I'm heated\n[02:13.98]Eat it\n[02:14.92]Like it was your dinner roll\n[02:15.53]You've never been a friend to me\n[02:16.22]Bitch betta check yo temperature\n[02:18.31]I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n[02:19.39]Catch a lotta bombs\n[02:20.01]Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n[02:20.73]Straight down on calasackis\n[02:21.78]These poppies like that seed that\n[02:23.95]Hung from over seas\n[02:24.32]We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n[02:28.72]That stunday is a stootin star\n[02:29.79]What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n[02:32.09]Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n[02:33.11]Make me start a girl fight\n[02:34.73]Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit\n[02:35.76]Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n[02:37.47]See broke niggas I Skeske\n[02:38.90]I'll choke ya head\n[02:39.82]Beacause see\n[02:40.88]They gon drop you like my cd\n[02:41.88](T-Nutty)\n[02:42.87]To tell you the truth\n[02:44.13]We havin a ball\n[03:08.13]There's bitches all over the place\n[03:09.44]To Tell you the truth\n[03:10.38]We havin a ball\n[03:11.05]There's bitches all over the place\n[03:12.50]There's bitches all over the place\n[03:13.79]Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n[03:15.44]I'm from the flipt a script\n[03:16.16]And start trippin on them like\n[03:17.10]Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n[03:18.57]I think these niggas might need some glasses\n[03:20.48]What they lookin at?\n[03:21.42]I poodle tuckin its tail\n[03:22.87]I aint ever been mistookin that\n[03:24.50]Plus I can read your game plan\n[03:26.16]Like my book of raps\n[03:27.45]Last nigga that tried it\n[03:29.25]Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n[03:30.88]Nigga sleep go night night\n[03:32.17]For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n[03:33.14]And some of you suckas be hatin\n[03:34.97]Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n[03:36.28]Tee nutty your street buddy\n[03:37.28]Tech n9ne in the click\n[03:39.33]They betta act like they got system\n[03:40.63]Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n[03:41.99]That nigga??\n[03:42.66]Flipt a script\n[03:43.33]And my nigga bow down\n[03:44.27]Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n[03:46.33]Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n[03:47.76]Aint nobody trippin off of you\n[03:49.30]I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n[03:50.98]Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n[03:52.73]Wanna be part of the crew\n[03:53.76]Cuz they know we do the fool\n[03:55.37]Go dumb and act retarded\n[03:57.02]Dont ever like the started\n[03:58.19]But you can be our target\n[03:59.73]If I lose it open your mouth\n[04:01.43]For this thermometer\n[04:02.87]But check a niggas temperature\n[04:04.42]Ridin off with your chick\n[04:06.13]Smokin bomb wit her\n[04:12.64]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 288427\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n start_ms: 1910\n end_ms: 2860\n- text: And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n start_ms: 2860\n end_ms: 4100\n- text: But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n start_ms: 4100\n end_ms: 9380\n- text: When we do them haters frown,\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 18800\n- text: Nigga turn the heat down\n start_ms: 18800\n end_ms: 19750\n- text: I know we skip the line,\n start_ms: 19750\n end_ms: 20110\n- text: N bitches think we fine\n start_ms: 20110\n end_ms: 20410\n- text: I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n start_ms: 20410\n end_ms: 20790\n- text: But you best recline\n start_ms: 20790\n end_ms: 21020\n- text: You don't wanna get stained\n start_ms: 21020\n end_ms: 21430\n- text: Its pain in this lane\n start_ms: 21430\n end_ms: 21710\n- text: I'mma check they temperature,\n start_ms: 21710\n end_ms: 23140\n- text: They all up in my mix mane\n start_ms: 23140\n end_ms: 24860\n- text: Whuttup? 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Suckas!\n Aint no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n Whut'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb'a you\n\n Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rrock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remey had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my bidness,\n Now I gatta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n (Sundae:)\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sunday's best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n\n Who is she?\n Cuz I been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lotta bombs\n Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n Straight down on calasackis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Hung from over seas\n We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n That stunday is a stootin star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeske\n I'll choke ya head\n Beacause see\n They gon drop you like my cd\n\n (T-Nutty)\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flipt a script\n And start trippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n Tee nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne in the click\n They betta act like they got system\n Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga??\n Flipt a script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like the started\n But you can be our target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n But check a niggas temperature\n Ridin off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n"},{"id":12150787,"name":"Check Yo Temperature","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature","artistName":"Aaron D. Yates (Tech N9ne)","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature on 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time that's just how I live\nBut when the homies call and say let's hit the town\nWhen we do them haters frown, nigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line and bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin' drunk and tough, but you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained it's pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature, they all up in my mix, mayne\nWhattup, suckers, ain't no lookin' back\nI just wanna know, what you niggas lookin' at?\nI just come to kick it with the bitches, I ain't come for you\nIf you really want it, yeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you, what you wanna do?\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side trippin' is dumb'a you\nStop, everybody what's that sound?\nIt sound like a hater 'bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick and why they wanna go and get me pissed\nWhen they know I'm with me clique and a real nigga like Mitchy Slick\nOn this Hennessy, Sprite and lemon,\nfuck these niggas, invite the women\nBusters wanna insight the grimin',\nnow you gotta invite the crimin-nals\nDon't gimme that bullshit, nigga don't gimme no looks\nYou better get over the shit, a veteran knowin' that you pathetic\nAnd let 'em fuck up and hit me on kush\nSo you better snap your fingers and then rock with it\nCause if you chops spit it, I'mma let somethin' hot hit it\n'Bout a hundred somethin' he looked like he wanted somethin'\nRémy had him beefy now he look like a honey bun or somethin'\n\nAYE! Why they always gotta trip with you\nI'm minding my business now I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE! Player hater man you fixin' to\nMake me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature\nAYE! Now I ain't come to play games\nSo why you gotta make me check yo temperature, mayne?\nAYE! And I guess we all gon' bang\nIf you heated when I check yo temperature, mayne\n\nAh, kick it, stay, fresh, step out, in my, sunday's best\nBitches, trippin', you'll get slapped,\nhold up wait, what you bitches lookin' at?\nI'm callin' askin' why you askin' 'bout me, if for that liquor\nShe said cause she spittin' vixen in a mix of Tech N9ne and Twista\nLip singing and quick sand, flippin' bricks and gettin' chips man\nHundred grand they spick-and-span, let Louie V and my women's wet\nWho is she? Cause I been there, who is he? He ain't a threat\nWho am I? KC Boss bitch, what you doin'? Tryin' to snap back\nA hundred degrees, I'm heated, eat it, like it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me, bitch better check yo temperature\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky, catch a lot of bodies\nTry to knock me from my hierarchy, straight down on Kawasakis\nThese poppies like that seed that hung from over seas\nWe G's livin' in that clipse so\nhard, that stunday, yes I'm stootin' star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for? Knowin' you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight, better check this bitches' fahrenheit\nBlowin' niggas I'm BeBe, see broke niggas I Skeske\nI'll choke your head, beacause see they gon' drop you like my CD\n\nAYE! Why they always gotta trip with you\nI'm minding my business now I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE! Player hater man you fixin' to\nMake me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature\nAYE! Now I ain't come to play games\nSo why you gotta make me check yo temperature, mayne?\nAYE! And I guess we all gon' bang\nIf you heated when I check yo temperature, mayne\n\nTo gave you the truth we havin' a\nball, there's bitches all over the place\nTo gave you the truth we havin' a\nball, there's bitches all over the place\nThere's bitches all over the place,\nwhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm finna flip the script and start\ntrippin' on them like what you niggas lookin' at?\nI think these niggas might need some glasses what they lookin' at?\nA poodle tuckin' its tail I ain't ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan like my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it caught a right and then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night-night, for fuckin' with niggas that fight-fight\nAnd some of you suckers be hatin'\ncause we shinin' like some bright lights\nT-Nutty your street buddy, Tech N9ne and the clique\nThey better act like they got\nsystem, lookin' at me and go get in a bitch\nThat nigga??, flipped a script and my nigga bow down\nStraight from Cali with a .50 cal wow,\nask around and they tell you blaow-blaow\nAin't nobody trippin' off of you, I just wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this\nmotherfucker wanna be part of the crew\nCause they know we do the fool, go dumb and act retarded\nDon't ever like to start it, but you can be our target\nIf I lose it open your mouth, for this thermometer\nI'm checkin' niggas temperature, then slidin' off\nWith your chick and smokin' bomb with her\n\nAYE! Why they always gotta trip with you\nI'm minding my business now I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE! Player hater man you fixin' to\nMake me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature\nAYE! Now I ain't come to play games\nSo why you gotta make me check yo temperature, mayne?\nAYE! And I guess we all gon' bang\nIf you heated when I check yo temperature, mayne","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature\n artist: Aaron D. Yates (Tech N9ne)\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 270000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature on 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time that's just how I live\n But when the homies call and say let's hit the town\n When we do them haters frown, nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line and bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin' drunk and tough, but you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained it's pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature, they all up in my mix, mayne\n Whattup, suckers, ain't no lookin' back\n I just wanna know, what you niggas lookin' at?\n I just come to kick it with the bitches, I ain't come for you\n If you really want it, yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you, what you wanna do?\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side trippin' is dumb'a you\n Stop, everybody what's that sound?\n It sound like a hater 'bout to get the beat down\n With the quick and why they wanna go and get me pissed\n When they know I'm with me clique and a real nigga like Mitchy Slick\n On this Hennessy, Sprite and lemon,\n fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Busters wanna insight the grimin',\n now you gotta invite the crimin-nals\n Don't gimme that bullshit, nigga don't gimme no looks\n You better get over the shit, a veteran knowin' that you pathetic\n And let 'em fuck up and hit me on kush\n So you better snap your fingers and then rock with it\n Cause if you chops spit it, I'mma let somethin' hot hit it\n 'Bout a hundred somethin' he looked like he wanted somethin'\n Rémy had him beefy now he look like a honey bun or somethin'\n\n AYE! Why they always gotta trip with you\n I'm minding my business now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE! Player hater man you fixin' to\n Make me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature\n AYE! Now I ain't come to play games\n So why you gotta make me check yo temperature, mayne?\n AYE! And I guess we all gon' bang\n If you heated when I check yo temperature, mayne\n\n Ah, kick it, stay, fresh, step out, in my, sunday's best\n Bitches, trippin', you'll get slapped,\n hold up wait, what you bitches lookin' at?\n I'm callin' askin' why you askin' 'bout me, if for that liquor\n She said cause she spittin' vixen in a mix of Tech N9ne and Twista\n Lip singing and quick sand, flippin' bricks and gettin' chips man\n Hundred grand they spick-and-span, let Louie V and my women's wet\n Who is she? Cause I been there, who is he? He ain't a threat\n Who am I? KC Boss bitch, what you doin'? Tryin' to snap back\n A hundred degrees, I'm heated, eat it, like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me, bitch better check yo temperature\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky, catch a lot of bodies\n Try to knock me from my hierarchy, straight down on Kawasakis\n These poppies like that seed that hung from over seas\n We G's livin' in that clipse so\n hard, that stunday, yes I'm stootin' star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for? Knowin' you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight, better check this bitches' fahrenheit\n Blowin' niggas I'm BeBe, see broke niggas I Skeske\n I'll choke your head, beacause see they gon' drop you like my CD\n\n AYE! Why they always gotta trip with you\n I'm minding my business now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE! Player hater man you fixin' to\n Make me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature\n AYE! Now I ain't come to play games\n So why you gotta make me check yo temperature, mayne?\n AYE! And I guess we all gon' bang\n If you heated when I check yo temperature, mayne\n\n To gave you the truth we havin' a\n ball, there's bitches all over the place\n To gave you the truth we havin' a\n ball, there's bitches all over the place\n There's bitches all over the place,\n why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm finna flip the script and start\n trippin' on them like what you niggas lookin' at?\n I think these niggas might need some glasses what they lookin' at?\n A poodle tuckin' its tail I ain't ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it caught a right and then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night-night, for fuckin' with niggas that fight-fight\n And some of you suckers be hatin'\n cause we shinin' like some bright lights\n T-Nutty your street buddy, Tech N9ne and the clique\n They better act like they got\n system, lookin' at me and go get in a bitch\n That nigga??, flipped a script and my nigga bow down\n Straight from Cali with a .50 cal wow,\n ask around and they tell you blaow-blaow\n Ain't nobody trippin' off of you, I just wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this\n motherfucker wanna be part of the crew\n Cause they know we do the fool, go dumb and act retarded\n Don't ever like to start it, but you can be our target\n If I lose it open your mouth, for this thermometer\n I'm checkin' niggas temperature, then slidin' off\n With your chick and smokin' bomb with her\n\n AYE! Why they always gotta trip with you\n I'm minding my business now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE! Player hater man you fixin' to\n Make me lose it if you heated when I check yo temperature\n AYE! Now I ain't come to play games\n So why you gotta make me check yo temperature, mayne?\n AYE! And I guess we all gon' bang\n If you heated when I check yo temperature, mayne\n"},{"id":4865945,"name":"Check Yo Temperature","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature","artistName":"Tech N9ne feat. 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Suckas!\nAin't no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhat'chu niggas lookin at?\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhat'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb and you\nStop, everybody, what's that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nAnd why they wanna go and get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nAnd a real nigga like mitchy slick\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the gremlin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veteran knowin'll pathetic\nAndn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemy had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nNow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sunday's best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\nWho is she?\nCuz i been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lot of bodies\nTry to knock me from my Iraqi\nStrapped down on Kawasakis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nCome from over seas\nWe g's livin in that coupe so hard\nThat sundae is a super star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\nI'll chirp your name for this CB\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n(Chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nNow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flip the script\nAnd start drippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a right n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fucking wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nT-nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne and the click\nThey better act like they got sense\nStop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\nFlip the script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like to start it\nBut you can be a target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nI'm check a niggas temperature\nThen sliding off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her\n(Chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nNow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n[00:02.92] And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n[00:06.06] But when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\n[00:08.50] When we do them haters frown,\n[00:09.97] Nigga turn the heat down\n[00:12.03] I know we skip the line,\n[00:13.76] And bitches think we fine\n[00:15.06] I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n[00:16.61] But you best recline\n[00:17.99] You don't wanna get stained\n[00:19.23] Its pain in this lane\n[00:21.12] I'mma check they temperature,\n[00:22.67] They all up in my mix mane\n[00:24.12] What up? Suckas!\n[00:25.63] Ain't no lookin back!\n[00:27.24] I just wanna know,\n[00:28.53] What'chu niggas lookin at?\n[00:30.29] I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n[00:31.99] I aint come for you\n[00:33.79] If you really want it,\n[00:34.56] Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n[00:36.06] I take on every one of you,\n[00:37.24] What'chu wanna do\n[00:38.25] Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n[00:40.84] Trippin is dumb and you\n[00:42.12] Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n[00:44.97] It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n[00:47.58] With the quick.\n[00:48.20] And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n[00:50.14] When they know I'm with me clique\n[00:51.70] And a real nigga like mitchy slick\n[00:53.27] On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n[00:55.36] Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n[00:56.97] Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n[00:58.67] Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n[01:00.83] Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n[01:02.00] Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n[01:02.93] Ya better get over the shit,\n[01:03.60] A veteran knowin'll pathetic\n[01:04.62] Andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n[01:05.93] So ya better snap ya fangers\n[01:07.74] And then rock with it\n[01:09.04] Cuz if ya chops spit it\n[01:10.51] I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n[01:12.06] Bout a hundred somethin,\n[01:13.58] He looked like he wanted somethin\n[01:14.87] Remy had him beefy,\n[01:15.99] Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n[01:17.77] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[01:20.95] I'm mindin my business,\n[01:23.18] Now I gotta check yo temperature\n[01:23.74] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[01:26.92] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[01:28.52] When I check ya temperature\n[01:30.98] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[01:32.47] So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[01:36.04] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[01:38.66] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[01:42.15] Ah!\n[01:43.24] Kick it\n[01:43.80] Stay fresh\n[01:44.56] Step out\n[01:46.41] In my sunday's best\n[01:48.27] Bitches trippin\n[01:49.53] You'll get slapped\n[01:51.28] Hold up wait\n[01:52.71] Watchu bitches lookin at?\n[01:54.04] I'm callin askin\n[01:54.72] Why you askin bout me?\n[01:55.81] If for that liquor\n[01:56.86] She said cuz she spittin\n[01:57.96] New vics in a mix\n[01:58.85] Of tech n9ne and twista\n[01:59.71] Lip singing and chris at?? at\n[02:01.07] Hundred grand\n[02:01.82] They spendin spend\n[02:02.79] Let louie v\n[02:04.93] And my womens wet\n[02:05.72] Who is she?\n[02:06.67] Cuz i been there\n[02:07.29] Who is he?\n[02:07.70] He aint a threat\n[02:08.51] Who am I?\n[02:09.42] KC Boss bitch\n[02:09.92] Watchu doin?\n[02:10.70] Tryin to snap back\n[02:11.50] A hundred degrees\n[02:12.26] I'm heated\n[02:12.76] Eat it\n[02:13.54] Like it was your dinner roll\n[02:14.81] You've never been a friend to me\n[02:16.37] Bitch betta check yo temperature\n[02:17.92] I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n[02:19.42] Catch a lot of bodies\n[02:20.74] Try to knock me from my Iraqi\n[02:22.24] Strapped down on Kawasakis\n[02:23.91] These poppies like that seed that\n[02:25.45] Come from over seas\n[02:26.98] We g's livin in that coupe so hard\n[02:28.53] That sundae is a super star\n[02:29.86] What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n[02:31.55] Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n[02:33.09] Make me start a girl fight\n[02:34.52] Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n[02:35.86] Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n[02:37.47] See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n[02:38.75] I'll chirp your name for this CB\n[02:40.46] They gon drop you like my cd\n[02:41.70] (Chorus)\n[02:43.47] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[02:44.73] I'm mindin my business,\n[02:45.80] Now I gotta check yo temperature\n[02:48.67] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[02:51.05] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[02:52.52] When I check ya temperature\n[02:54.30] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[02:56.85] So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[02:59.91] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[03:02.77] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[03:05.91] To tell you the truth\n[03:06.66] We havin a ball\n[03:07.38] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:08.69] To Tell you the truth\n[03:09.67] We havin a ball\n[03:10.30] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:11.83] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:12.91] Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n[03:14.61] I'm from the flip the script\n[03:15.78] And start drippin on them like\n[03:16.60] Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n[03:17.95] I think these niggas might need some glasses\n[03:20.25] What they lookin at?\n[03:20.95] I poodle tuckin its tail\n[03:22.25] I aint ever been mistookin that\n[03:24.18] Plus I can read your game plan\n[03:25.62] Like my book of raps\n[03:27.02] Last nigga that tried it\n[03:28.23] Caught a right n then he took a nap\n[03:30.08] Nigga sleep go night night\n[03:31.73] For fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n[03:32.80] And some of you suckas be hatin\n[03:34.12] Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n[03:35.63] T-nutty your street buddy\n[03:37.48] Tech n9ne and the click\n[03:39.37] They better act like they got sense\n[03:40.05] Stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n[03:41.79] That nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n[03:43.03] Flip the script\n[03:43.97] And my nigga bow down\n[03:44.56] Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n[03:45.85] Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n[03:47.73] Aint nobody trippin off of you\n[03:49.15] I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n[03:50.64] Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n[03:52.30] Wanna be part of the crew\n[03:53.46] Cuz they know we do the fool\n[03:55.37] Go dumb and act retarded\n[03:57.11] Dont ever like to start it\n[03:58.48] But you can be a target\n[03:59.75] If I lose it open your mouth\n[04:01.21] For this thermometer\n[04:02.53] I'm check a niggas temperature\n[04:03.61] Then sliding off with your chick\n[04:04.97] Smokin bomb wit her\n[04:06.09] (Chorus)\n[04:06.69] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[04:08.89] I'm mindin my business,\n[04:10.12] Now I gotta check yo temperature\n[04:12.23] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[04:14.88] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[04:16.45] When I check ya temperature\n[04:17.84] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[04:20.50] So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[04:23.79] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[04:26.83] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[04:30.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature\n artist: Tech N9ne feat. 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end_ms: 192910\n- text: Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n start_ms: 192910\n end_ms: 194610\n- text: I'm from the flip the script\n start_ms: 194610\n end_ms: 195780\n- text: And start drippin on them like\n start_ms: 195780\n end_ms: 196600\n- text: Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n start_ms: 196600\n end_ms: 197950\n- text: I think these niggas might need some glasses\n start_ms: 197950\n end_ms: 200250\n- text: What they lookin at?\n start_ms: 200250\n end_ms: 200950\n- text: I poodle tuckin its tail\n start_ms: 200950\n end_ms: 202250\n- text: I aint ever been mistookin that\n start_ms: 202250\n end_ms: 204180\n- text: Plus I can read your game plan\n start_ms: 204180\n end_ms: 205620\n- text: Like my book of raps\n start_ms: 205620\n end_ms: 207020\n- text: Last nigga that tried it\n start_ms: 207020\n end_ms: 208230\n- text: Caught a right n then he took a nap\n start_ms: 208230\n end_ms: 210080\n- text: Nigga sleep go night night\n start_ms: 210080\n end_ms: 211730\n- text: For fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n start_ms: 211730\n end_ms: 212800\n- text: And some of you suckas be hatin\n start_ms: 212800\n end_ms: 214120\n- text: Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n start_ms: 214120\n end_ms: 215630\n- text: T-nutty your street buddy\n start_ms: 215630\n end_ms: 217480\n- text: Tech n9ne and the click\n start_ms: 217480\n end_ms: 219370\n- text: They better act like they got sense\n start_ms: 219370\n end_ms: 220050\n- text: Stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n start_ms: 220050\n end_ms: 221790\n- text: That nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n start_ms: 221790\n end_ms: 223030\n- text: Flip the script\n start_ms: 223030\n end_ms: 223970\n- text: And my nigga bow down\n start_ms: 223970\n end_ms: 224560\n- text: Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n start_ms: 224560\n end_ms: 225850\n- text: Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n start_ms: 225850\n end_ms: 227730\n- text: Aint nobody trippin off of you\n start_ms: 227730\n end_ms: 229150\n- text: I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n start_ms: 229150\n end_ms: 230640\n- text: Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n start_ms: 230640\n end_ms: 232300\n- text: Wanna be part of the crew\n start_ms: 232300\n end_ms: 233460\n- text: Cuz they know we do the fool\n start_ms: 233460\n end_ms: 235370\n- text: Go dumb and act retarded\n start_ms: 235370\n end_ms: 237110\n- text: Dont ever like to start it\n start_ms: 237110\n end_ms: 238480\n- text: But you can be a target\n start_ms: 238480\n end_ms: 239750\n- text: If I lose it open your mouth\n start_ms: 239750\n end_ms: 241210\n- text: For this thermometer\n start_ms: 241210\n end_ms: 242530\n- text: I'm check a niggas temperature\n start_ms: 242530\n end_ms: 243610\n- text: Then sliding off with your chick\n start_ms: 243610\n end_ms: 244970\n- text: Smokin bomb wit her\n start_ms: 244970\n end_ms: 246090\n- text: (Chorus)\n start_ms: 246090\n end_ms: 246690\n- text: AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n start_ms: 246690\n end_ms: 248890\n- text: I'm mindin my business,\n start_ms: 248890\n end_ms: 250120\n- text: Now I gotta check yo temperature\n start_ms: 250120\n end_ms: 252230\n- text: AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n start_ms: 252230\n end_ms: 254880\n- text: Make me lose it if ya heated\n start_ms: 254880\n end_ms: 256450\n- text: When I check ya temperature\n start_ms: 256450\n end_ms: 257840\n- text: AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n start_ms: 257840\n end_ms: 260500\n- text: So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n start_ms: 260500\n end_ms: 263790\n- text: AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n start_ms: 263790\n end_ms: 266830\n- text: If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n start_ms: 266830\n end_ms: 270080\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 270080\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\n When we do them haters frown,\n Nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n And bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n But you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n They all up in my mix mane\n What up? Suckas!\n Ain't no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n What'chu niggas lookin at?\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n What'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb and you\n Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n And a real nigga like mitchy slick\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veteran knowin'll pathetic\n Andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remy had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n Now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sunday's best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n Who is she?\n Cuz i been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lot of bodies\n Try to knock me from my Iraqi\n Strapped down on Kawasakis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Come from over seas\n We g's livin in that coupe so hard\n That sundae is a super star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n I'll chirp your name for this CB\n They gon drop you like my cd\n (Chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n Now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flip the script\n And start drippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a right n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n T-nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne and the click\n They better act like they got sense\n Stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n Flip the script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like to start it\n But you can be a target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n I'm check a niggas temperature\n Then sliding off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n (Chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n Now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n"},{"id":4865944,"name":"Check Yo Temperature","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature","artistName":"Tech N9ne feat. Sundae & T-Nutty","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\nWhen we do them haters frown,\nNigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nAnd bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nBut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nThey all up in my mix mane\nWhat up? Suckas!\nAin't no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhat'chu niggas lookin at?\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhat'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb and you\nStop, everybody, what's that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nAnd why they wanna go and get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nAnd a real nigga like mitchy slick\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the gremlin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veteran knowin'll pathetic\nAndn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemy had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nNow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sunday's best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\nWho is she?\nCuz i been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lot of bodies\nTry to knock me from my Iraqi\nStrapped down on Kawasakis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nCome from over seas\nWe g's livin in that coupe so hard\nThat sundae is a super star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\nI'll chirp your name for this CB\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n(Chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nNow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flip the script\nAnd start drippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a right n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fucking wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nT-nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne and the click\nThey better act like they got sense\nStop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\nFlip the script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like to start it\nBut you can be a target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nI'm check a niggas temperature\nThen sliding off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her\n(Chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nNow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n[00:02.92] And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n[00:06.06] But when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\n[00:08.50] When we do them haters frown,\n[00:09.97] Nigga turn the heat down\n[00:12.03] I know we skip the line,\n[00:13.76] And bitches think we fine\n[00:15.06] I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n[00:16.61] But you best recline\n[00:17.99] You don't wanna get stained\n[00:19.23] Its pain in this lane\n[00:21.12] I'mma check they temperature,\n[00:22.67] They all up in my mix mane\n[00:24.12] What up? Suckas!\n[00:25.63] Ain't no lookin back!\n[00:27.24] I just wanna know,\n[00:28.53] What'chu niggas lookin at?\n[00:30.29] I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n[00:31.99] I aint come for you\n[00:33.79] If you really want it,\n[00:34.56] Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n[00:36.06] I take on every one of you,\n[00:37.24] What'chu wanna do\n[00:38.25] Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n[00:40.84] Trippin is dumb and you\n[00:42.12] Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n[00:44.97] It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n[00:47.58] With the quick.\n[00:48.20] And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n[00:50.14] When they know I'm with me clique\n[00:51.70] And a real nigga like mitchy slick\n[00:53.27] On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n[00:55.36] Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n[00:56.97] Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n[00:58.67] Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n[01:00.83] Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n[01:02.00] Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n[01:02.93] Ya better get over the shit,\n[01:03.60] A veteran knowin'll pathetic\n[01:04.62] Andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n[01:05.93] So ya better snap ya fangers\n[01:07.74] And then rock with it\n[01:09.04] Cuz if ya chops spit it\n[01:10.51] I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n[01:12.06] Bout a hundred somethin,\n[01:13.58] He looked like he wanted somethin\n[01:14.87] Remy had him beefy,\n[01:15.99] Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n[01:17.77] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[01:20.95] I'm mindin my business,\n[01:23.18] Now I gotta check yo temperature\n[01:23.74] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[01:26.92] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[01:28.52] When I check ya temperature\n[01:30.98] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[01:32.47] So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[01:36.04] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[01:38.66] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[01:42.15] Ah!\n[01:43.24] Kick it\n[01:43.80] Stay fresh\n[01:44.56] Step out\n[01:46.41] In my sunday's best\n[01:48.27] Bitches trippin\n[01:49.53] You'll get slapped\n[01:51.28] Hold up wait\n[01:52.71] Watchu bitches lookin at?\n[01:54.04] I'm callin askin\n[01:54.72] Why you askin bout me?\n[01:55.81] If for that liquor\n[01:56.86] She said cuz she spittin\n[01:57.96] New vics in a mix\n[01:58.85] Of tech n9ne and twista\n[01:59.71] Lip singing and chris at?? at\n[02:01.07] Hundred grand\n[02:01.82] They spendin spend\n[02:02.79] Let louie v\n[02:04.93] And my womens wet\n[02:05.72] Who is she?\n[02:06.67] Cuz i been there\n[02:07.29] Who is he?\n[02:07.70] He aint a threat\n[02:08.51] Who am I?\n[02:09.42] KC Boss bitch\n[02:09.92] Watchu doin?\n[02:10.70] Tryin to snap back\n[02:11.50] A hundred degrees\n[02:12.26] I'm heated\n[02:12.76] Eat it\n[02:13.54] Like it was your dinner roll\n[02:14.81] You've never been a friend to me\n[02:16.37] Bitch betta check yo temperature\n[02:17.92] I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n[02:19.42] Catch a lot of bodies\n[02:20.74] Try to knock me from my Iraqi\n[02:22.24] Strapped down on Kawasakis\n[02:23.91] These poppies like that seed that\n[02:25.45] Come from over seas\n[02:26.98] We g's livin in that coupe so hard\n[02:28.53] That sundae is a super star\n[02:29.86] What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n[02:31.55] Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n[02:33.09] Make me start a girl fight\n[02:34.52] Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n[02:35.86] Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n[02:37.47] See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n[02:38.75] I'll chirp your name for this CB\n[02:40.46] They gon drop you like my cd\n[02:41.70] (Chorus)\n[02:43.47] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[02:44.73] I'm mindin my business,\n[02:45.80] Now I gotta check yo temperature\n[02:48.67] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[02:51.05] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[02:52.52] When I check ya temperature\n[02:54.30] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[02:56.85] So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[02:59.91] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[03:02.77] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[03:05.91] To tell you the truth\n[03:06.66] We havin a ball\n[03:07.38] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:08.69] To Tell you the truth\n[03:09.67] We havin a ball\n[03:10.30] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:11.83] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:12.91] Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n[03:14.61] I'm from the flip the script\n[03:15.78] And start drippin on them like\n[03:16.60] Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n[03:17.95] I think these niggas might need some glasses\n[03:20.25] What they lookin at?\n[03:20.95] I poodle tuckin its tail\n[03:22.25] I aint ever been mistookin that\n[03:24.18] Plus I can read your game plan\n[03:25.62] Like my book of raps\n[03:27.02] Last nigga that tried it\n[03:28.23] Caught a right n then he took a nap\n[03:30.08] Nigga sleep go night night\n[03:31.73] For fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n[03:32.80] And some of you suckas be hatin\n[03:34.12] Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n[03:35.63] T-nutty your street buddy\n[03:37.48] Tech n9ne and the click\n[03:39.37] They better act like they got sense\n[03:40.05] Stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n[03:41.79] That nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n[03:43.03] Flip the script\n[03:43.97] And my nigga bow down\n[03:44.56] Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n[03:45.85] Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n[03:47.73] Aint nobody trippin off of you\n[03:49.15] I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n[03:50.64] Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n[03:52.30] Wanna be part of the crew\n[03:53.46] Cuz they know we do the fool\n[03:55.37] Go dumb and act retarded\n[03:57.11] Dont ever like to start it\n[03:58.48] But you can be a target\n[03:59.75] If I lose it open your mouth\n[04:01.21] For this thermometer\n[04:02.53] I'm check a niggas temperature\n[04:03.61] Then sliding off with your chick\n[04:04.97] Smokin bomb wit her\n[04:06.09] (Chorus)\n[04:06.69] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[04:08.89] I'm mindin my business,\n[04:10.12] Now I gotta check yo temperature\n[04:12.23] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[04:14.88] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[04:16.45] When I check ya temperature\n[04:17.84] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[04:20.50] So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[04:23.79] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[04:26.83] If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[04:30.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature\n artist: Tech N9ne feat. 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start_ms: 246690\n end_ms: 248890\n- text: I'm mindin my business,\n start_ms: 248890\n end_ms: 250120\n- text: Now I gotta check yo temperature\n start_ms: 250120\n end_ms: 252230\n- text: AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n start_ms: 252230\n end_ms: 254880\n- text: Make me lose it if ya heated\n start_ms: 254880\n end_ms: 256450\n- text: When I check ya temperature\n start_ms: 256450\n end_ms: 257840\n- text: AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n start_ms: 257840\n end_ms: 260500\n- text: So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n start_ms: 260500\n end_ms: 263790\n- text: AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n start_ms: 263790\n end_ms: 266830\n- text: If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n start_ms: 266830\n end_ms: 270080\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 270080\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\n When we do them haters frown,\n Nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n And bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n But you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n They all up in my mix mane\n What up? Suckas!\n Ain't no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n What'chu niggas lookin at?\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n What'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb and you\n Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n And a real nigga like mitchy slick\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veteran knowin'll pathetic\n Andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remy had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n Now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sunday's best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n Who is she?\n Cuz i been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lot of bodies\n Try to knock me from my Iraqi\n Strapped down on Kawasakis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Come from over seas\n We g's livin in that coupe so hard\n That sundae is a super star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n I'll chirp your name for this CB\n They gon drop you like my cd\n (Chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n Now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flip the script\n And start drippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a right n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n T-nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne and the click\n They better act like they got sense\n Stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n Flip the script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like to start it\n But you can be a target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n I'm check a niggas temperature\n Then sliding off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n (Chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n Now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n"},{"id":9100266,"name":"Check Yo Temperature (feat. T-Nutty & Sundae)","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature (feat. T-Nutty & Sundae)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\nwhen we do them haters frown,\nnigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nand bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nbut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nthey all up in my mix mane\nWhat up? Suckas!\nAin't no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nwhat'chu niggas lookin at?\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nyeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nwhat'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\ntrippin is dumb and you\nStop, everybody, what's that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nAnd why they wanna go and get me pissed,\nwhen they know I'm with me clique\nand a real nigga like mitchy slick\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nfuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the gremlin,\nnow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nnigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\na veteran knowin'll pathetic\nandn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nhe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemy had him beefy,\nnow he look like a honey bun or somethin\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nkick it\nstay fresh\nstep out\nin my sunday's best\nbitches trippin\nyou'll get slapped\nhold up wait\nwatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nwhy you askin bout me?\nif for that liquor\nshe said cuz she spittin\nnew vics in a mix\nof tech n9ne and twista\nlip singing and chris at?? at\nhundred grand\nthey spendin spend\nlet louie v\nand my womens wet\nwho is she?\ncuz i been there\nwho is he?\nhe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nwatchu doin?\ntryin to snap back\na hundred degrees\nI'm heated\neat it\nlike it was your dinner roll\nyou've never been a friend to me\nbitch betta check yo temperature\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\ncatch a lot of bodies\ntry to knock me from my Iraqi\nstrapped down on Kawasakis\nthese poppies like that seed that\ncome from over seas\nwe g's livin in that coupe so hard\nthat sundae is a super star\nwhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nmake me start a girl fight\nbetta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\nblowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\nI'll chirp your name for this CB\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n(chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nTo tell you the truth\nwe havin a ball\nthere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nwe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nThere's bitches all over the place\nwhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flip the script\nand start drippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nwhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nplus I can read your game plan\nlike my book of raps\nlast nigga that tried it\ncaught a right n then he took a nap\nnigga sleep go night night\nfor fucking wit niggas that fight fight\nand some of you suckas be hatin\ncuz we shinin like some bright lights\nt-nutty your street buddy\ntech n9ne and the click\nthey better act like they got sense\nstop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\nthat nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\nflip the script\nand my nigga bow down\nstraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nask around and they tell you blaow blaow\naint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nhalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nwanna be part of the crew\ncuz they know we do the fool\ngo dumb and act retarded\ndont ever like to start it\nbut you can be a target\nif I lose it open your mouth\nfor this thermometer\nI'm check a niggas temperature\nthen sliding off with your chick\nsmokin bomb wit her\n(chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n[00:02.92] And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n[00:06.06] But when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\n[00:08.50] when we do them haters frown,\n[00:09.97] nigga turn the heat down\n[00:12.03] I know we skip the line,\n[00:13.76] and bitches think we fine\n[00:15.06] I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n[00:16.61] but you best recline\n[00:17.99] You don't wanna get stained\n[00:19.23] Its pain in this lane\n[00:21.12] I'mma check they temperature,\n[00:22.67] they all up in my mix mane\n[00:24.12] What up? Suckas!\n[00:25.63] Ain't no lookin back!\n[00:27.24] I just wanna know,\n[00:28.53] what'chu niggas lookin at?\n[00:30.29] I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n[00:31.99] I aint come for you\n[00:33.79] If you really want it,\n[00:34.56] yeah my homies got a gun or two\n[00:36.06] I take on every one of you,\n[00:37.24] what'chu wanna do\n[00:38.25] Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n[00:40.84] trippin is dumb and you\n[00:42.12] Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n[00:44.97] It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n[00:47.58] With the quick.\n[00:48.20] And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n[00:50.14] when they know I'm with me clique\n[00:51.70] and a real nigga like mitchy slick\n[00:53.27] On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n[00:55.36] fuck these niggas, invite the women\n[00:56.97] Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n[00:58.67] now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n[01:00.83] Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n[01:02.00] nigga dont gimmie no looks\n[01:02.93] Ya better get over the shit,\n[01:03.60] a veteran knowin'll pathetic\n[01:04.62] andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n[01:05.93] So ya better snap ya fangers\n[01:07.74] And then rock with it\n[01:09.04] Cuz if ya chops spit it\n[01:10.51] I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n[01:12.06] Bout a hundred somethin,\n[01:13.58] he looked like he wanted somethin\n[01:14.87] Remy had him beefy,\n[01:15.99] now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n[01:17.77] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[01:20.95] I'm mindin my business,\n[01:23.18] now I gotta check yo temperature\n[01:23.74] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[01:26.92] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[01:28.52] when I check ya temperature\n[01:30.98] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[01:32.47] so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[01:36.04] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[01:38.66] if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[01:42.15] Ah!\n[01:43.24] kick it\n[01:43.80] stay fresh\n[01:44.56] step out\n[01:46.41] in my sunday's best\n[01:48.27] bitches trippin\n[01:49.53] you'll get slapped\n[01:51.28] hold up wait\n[01:52.71] watchu bitches lookin at?\n[01:54.04] I'm callin askin\n[01:54.72] why you askin bout me?\n[01:55.81] if for that liquor\n[01:56.86] she said cuz she spittin\n[01:57.96] new vics in a mix\n[01:58.85] of tech n9ne and twista\n[01:59.71] lip singing and chris at?? at\n[02:01.07] hundred grand\n[02:01.82] they spendin spend\n[02:02.79] let louie v\n[02:04.93] and my womens wet\n[02:05.72] who is she?\n[02:06.67] cuz i been there\n[02:07.29] who is he?\n[02:07.70] he aint a threat\n[02:08.51] Who am I?\n[02:09.42] KC Boss bitch\n[02:09.92] watchu doin?\n[02:10.70] tryin to snap back\n[02:11.50] a hundred degrees\n[02:12.26] I'm heated\n[02:12.76] eat it\n[02:13.54] like it was your dinner roll\n[02:14.81] you've never been a friend to me\n[02:16.37] bitch betta check yo temperature\n[02:17.92] I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n[02:19.42] catch a lot of bodies\n[02:20.74] try to knock me from my Iraqi\n[02:22.24] strapped down on Kawasakis\n[02:23.91] these poppies like that seed that\n[02:25.45] come from over seas\n[02:26.98] we g's livin in that coupe so hard\n[02:28.53] that sundae is a super star\n[02:29.86] what the fuck you hoes stand for?\n[02:31.55] Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n[02:33.09] make me start a girl fight\n[02:34.52] betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n[02:35.86] blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n[02:37.47] See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n[02:38.75] I'll chirp your name for this CB\n[02:40.46] They gon drop you like my cd\n[02:41.70] (chorus)\n[02:43.47] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[02:44.73] I'm mindin my business,\n[02:45.80] now I gotta check yo temperature\n[02:48.67] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[02:51.05] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[02:52.52] when I check ya temperature\n[02:54.30] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[02:56.85] so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[02:59.91] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[03:02.77] if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[03:05.91] To tell you the truth\n[03:06.66] we havin a ball\n[03:07.38] there's bitches all over the place\n[03:08.69] To Tell you the truth\n[03:09.67] we havin a ball\n[03:10.30] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:11.83] There's bitches all over the place\n[03:12.91] why is you niggas all up in my face?\n[03:14.61] I'm from the flip the script\n[03:15.78] and start drippin on them like\n[03:16.60] Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n[03:17.95] I think these niggas might need some glasses\n[03:20.25] what they lookin at?\n[03:20.95] I poodle tuckin its tail\n[03:22.25] I aint ever been mistookin that\n[03:24.18] plus I can read your game plan\n[03:25.62] like my book of raps\n[03:27.02] last nigga that tried it\n[03:28.23] caught a right n then he took a nap\n[03:30.08] nigga sleep go night night\n[03:31.73] for fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n[03:32.80] and some of you suckas be hatin\n[03:34.12] cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n[03:35.63] t-nutty your street buddy\n[03:37.48] tech n9ne and the click\n[03:39.37] they better act like they got sense\n[03:40.05] stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n[03:41.79] that nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n[03:43.03] flip the script\n[03:43.97] and my nigga bow down\n[03:44.56] straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n[03:45.85] ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n[03:47.73] aint nobody trippin off of you\n[03:49.15] I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n[03:50.64] half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n[03:52.30] wanna be part of the crew\n[03:53.46] cuz they know we do the fool\n[03:55.37] go dumb and act retarded\n[03:57.11] dont ever like to start it\n[03:58.48] but you can be a target\n[03:59.75] if I lose it open your mouth\n[04:01.21] for this thermometer\n[04:02.53] I'm check a niggas temperature\n[04:03.61] then sliding off with your chick\n[04:04.97] smokin bomb wit her\n[04:06.09] (chorus)\n[04:06.69] AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n[04:08.89] I'm mindin my business,\n[04:10.12] now I gotta check yo temperature\n[04:12.23] AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n[04:14.88] Make me lose it if ya heated\n[04:16.45] when I check ya temperature\n[04:17.84] AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n[04:20.50] so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n[04:23.79] AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n[04:26.83] if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n[04:30.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature (feat. 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the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n and bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n but you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n they all up in my mix mane\n What up? Suckas!\n Ain't no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n what'chu niggas lookin at?\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n what'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n trippin is dumb and you\n Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n when they know I'm with me clique\n and a real nigga like mitchy slick\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n a veteran knowin'll pathetic\n andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n he looked like he wanted somethin\n Remy had him beefy,\n now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n kick it\n stay fresh\n step out\n in my sunday's best\n bitches trippin\n you'll get slapped\n hold up wait\n watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n why you askin bout me?\n if for that liquor\n she said cuz she spittin\n new vics in a mix\n of tech n9ne and twista\n lip singing and chris at?? at\n hundred grand\n they spendin spend\n let louie v\n and my womens wet\n who is she?\n cuz i been there\n who is he?\n he aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n watchu doin?\n tryin to snap back\n a hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n eat it\n like it was your dinner roll\n you've never been a friend to me\n bitch betta check yo temperature\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n catch a lot of bodies\n try to knock me from my Iraqi\n strapped down on Kawasakis\n these poppies like that seed that\n come from over seas\n we g's livin in that coupe so hard\n that sundae is a super star\n what the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n make me start a girl fight\n betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n I'll chirp your name for this CB\n They gon drop you like my cd\n (chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n To tell you the truth\n we havin a ball\n there's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n we havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n There's bitches all over the place\n why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flip the script\n and start drippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n what they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n plus I can read your game plan\n like my book of raps\n last nigga that tried it\n caught a right n then he took a nap\n nigga sleep go night night\n for fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n and some of you suckas be hatin\n cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n t-nutty your street buddy\n tech n9ne and the click\n they better act like they got sense\n stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n that nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n flip the script\n and my nigga bow down\n straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n wanna be part of the crew\n cuz they know we do the fool\n go dumb and act retarded\n dont ever like to start it\n but you can be a target\n if I lose it open your mouth\n for this thermometer\n I'm check a niggas temperature\n then sliding off with your chick\n smokin bomb wit her\n (chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n"},{"id":14377169,"name":"Check Yo Temperature Ft. 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Suckas!\nAin't no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nwhat'chu niggas lookin at?\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nyeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nwhat'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\ntrippin is dumb and you\nStop, everybody, what's that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nAnd why they wanna go and get me pissed,\nwhen they know I'm with me clique\nand a real nigga like mitchy slick\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nfuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the gremlin,\nnow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nnigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\na veteran knowin'll pathetic\nandn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nhe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemy had him beefy,\nnow he look like a honey bun or somethin\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nkick it\nstay fresh\nstep out\nin my sunday's best\nbitches trippin\nyou'll get slapped\nhold up wait\nwatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nwhy you askin bout me?\nif for that liquor\nshe said cuz she spittin\nnew vics in a mix\nof tech n9ne and twista\nlip singing and chris at?? at\nhundred grand\nthey spendin spend\nlet louie v\nand my womens wet\nwho is she?\ncuz i been there\nwho is he?\nhe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nwatchu doin?\ntryin to snap back\na hundred degrees\nI'm heated\neat it\nlike it was your dinner roll\nyou've never been a friend to me\nbitch betta check yo temperature\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\ncatch a lot of bodies\ntry to knock me from my Iraqi\nstrapped down on Kawasakis\nthese poppies like that seed that\ncome from over seas\nwe g's livin in that coupe so hard\nthat sundae is a super star\nwhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nmake me start a girl fight\nbetta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\nblowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\nI'll chirp your name for this CB\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n(chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nTo tell you the truth\nwe havin a ball\nthere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nwe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nThere's bitches all over the place\nwhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flip the script\nand start drippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nwhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nplus I can read your game plan\nlike my book of raps\nlast nigga that tried it\ncaught a right n then he took a nap\nnigga sleep go night night\nfor fucking wit niggas that fight fight\nand some of you suckas be hatin\ncuz we shinin like some bright lights\nt-nutty your street buddy\ntech n9ne and the click\nthey better act like they got sense\nstop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\nthat nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\nflip the script\nand my nigga bow down\nstraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nask around and they tell you blaow blaow\naint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nhalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nwanna be part of the crew\ncuz they know we do the fool\ngo dumb and act retarded\ndont ever like to start it\nbut you can be a target\nif I lose it open your mouth\nfor this thermometer\nI'm check a niggas temperature\nthen sliding off with your chick\nsmokin bomb wit her\n(chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature Ft. Sundae & T-Nutty\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 270132\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\n when we do them haters frown,\n nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n and bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n but you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n they all up in my mix mane\n What up? Suckas!\n Ain't no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n what'chu niggas lookin at?\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n what'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n trippin is dumb and you\n Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n when they know I'm with me clique\n and a real nigga like mitchy slick\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n a veteran knowin'll pathetic\n andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n he looked like he wanted somethin\n Remy had him beefy,\n now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n kick it\n stay fresh\n step out\n in my sunday's best\n bitches trippin\n you'll get slapped\n hold up wait\n watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n why you askin bout me?\n if for that liquor\n she said cuz she spittin\n new vics in a mix\n of tech n9ne and twista\n lip singing and chris at?? at\n hundred grand\n they spendin spend\n let louie v\n and my womens wet\n who is she?\n cuz i been there\n who is he?\n he aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n watchu doin?\n tryin to snap back\n a hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n eat it\n like it was your dinner roll\n you've never been a friend to me\n bitch betta check yo temperature\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n catch a lot of bodies\n try to knock me from my Iraqi\n strapped down on Kawasakis\n these poppies like that seed that\n come from over seas\n we g's livin in that coupe so hard\n that sundae is a super star\n what the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n make me start a girl fight\n betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n I'll chirp your name for this CB\n They gon drop you like my cd\n (chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n To tell you the truth\n we havin a ball\n there's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n we havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n There's bitches all over the place\n why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flip the script\n and start drippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n what they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n plus I can read your game plan\n like my book of raps\n last nigga that tried it\n caught a right n then he took a nap\n nigga sleep go night night\n for fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n and some of you suckas be hatin\n cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n t-nutty your street buddy\n tech n9ne and the click\n they better act like they got sense\n stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n that nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n flip the script\n and my nigga bow down\n straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n wanna be part of the crew\n cuz they know we do the fool\n go dumb and act retarded\n dont ever like to start it\n but you can be a target\n if I lose it open your mouth\n for this thermometer\n I'm check a niggas temperature\n then sliding off with your chick\n smokin bomb wit her\n (chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n"},{"id":14631114,"name":"Check Yo Temperature (Feat. 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Suckas!\nAin't no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nwhat'chu niggas lookin at?\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nyeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nwhat'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\ntrippin is dumb and you\nStop, everybody, what's that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nAnd why they wanna go and get me pissed,\nwhen they know I'm with me clique\nand a real nigga like mitchy slick\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nfuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the gremlin,\nnow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nnigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\na veteran knowin'll pathetic\nandn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nhe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemy had him beefy,\nnow he look like a honey bun or somethin\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nkick it\nstay fresh\nstep out\nin my sunday's best\nbitches trippin\nyou'll get slapped\nhold up wait\nwatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nwhy you askin bout me?\nif for that liquor\nshe said cuz she spittin\nnew vics in a mix\nof tech n9ne and twista\nlip singing and chris at?? at\nhundred grand\nthey spendin spend\nlet louie v\nand my womens wet\nwho is she?\ncuz i been there\nwho is he?\nhe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nwatchu doin?\ntryin to snap back\na hundred degrees\nI'm heated\neat it\nlike it was your dinner roll\nyou've never been a friend to me\nbitch betta check yo temperature\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\ncatch a lot of bodies\ntry to knock me from my Iraqi\nstrapped down on Kawasakis\nthese poppies like that seed that\ncome from over seas\nwe g's livin in that coupe so hard\nthat sundae is a super star\nwhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nmake me start a girl fight\nbetta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\nblowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\nI'll chirp your name for this CB\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n(chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nTo tell you the truth\nwe havin a ball\nthere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nwe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nThere's bitches all over the place\nwhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flip the script\nand start drippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nwhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nplus I can read your game plan\nlike my book of raps\nlast nigga that tried it\ncaught a right n then he took a nap\nnigga sleep go night night\nfor fucking wit niggas that fight fight\nand some of you suckas be hatin\ncuz we shinin like some bright lights\nt-nutty your street buddy\ntech n9ne and the click\nthey better act like they got sense\nstop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\nthat nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\nflip the script\nand my nigga bow down\nstraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nask around and they tell you blaow blaow\naint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nhalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nwanna be part of the crew\ncuz they know we do the fool\ngo dumb and act retarded\ndont ever like to start it\nbut you can be a target\nif I lose it open your mouth\nfor this thermometer\nI'm check a niggas temperature\nthen sliding off with your chick\nsmokin bomb wit her\n(chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature (Feat. Sundae & T-Nutty)\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 270132\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\n when we do them haters frown,\n nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n and bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n but you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n they all up in my mix mane\n What up? Suckas!\n Ain't no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n what'chu niggas lookin at?\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n what'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n trippin is dumb and you\n Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n when they know I'm with me clique\n and a real nigga like mitchy slick\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n a veteran knowin'll pathetic\n andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n he looked like he wanted somethin\n Remy had him beefy,\n now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n kick it\n stay fresh\n step out\n in my sunday's best\n bitches trippin\n you'll get slapped\n hold up wait\n watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n why you askin bout me?\n if for that liquor\n she said cuz she spittin\n new vics in a mix\n of tech n9ne and twista\n lip singing and chris at?? at\n hundred grand\n they spendin spend\n let louie v\n and my womens wet\n who is she?\n cuz i been there\n who is he?\n he aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n watchu doin?\n tryin to snap back\n a hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n eat it\n like it was your dinner roll\n you've never been a friend to me\n bitch betta check yo temperature\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n catch a lot of bodies\n try to knock me from my Iraqi\n strapped down on Kawasakis\n these poppies like that seed that\n come from over seas\n we g's livin in that coupe so hard\n that sundae is a super star\n what the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n make me start a girl fight\n betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n I'll chirp your name for this CB\n They gon drop you like my cd\n (chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n To tell you the truth\n we havin a ball\n there's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n we havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n There's bitches all over the place\n why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flip the script\n and start drippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n what they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n plus I can read your game plan\n like my book of raps\n last nigga that tried it\n caught a right n then he took a nap\n nigga sleep go night night\n for fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n and some of you suckas be hatin\n cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n t-nutty your street buddy\n tech n9ne and the click\n they better act like they got sense\n stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n that nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n flip the script\n and my nigga bow down\n straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n wanna be part of the crew\n cuz they know we do the fool\n go dumb and act retarded\n dont ever like to start it\n but you can be a target\n if I lose it open your mouth\n for this thermometer\n I'm check a niggas temperature\n then sliding off with your chick\n smokin bomb wit her\n (chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n"},{"id":15157807,"name":"Check Yo Temperature feat. Sundae & T‐Nutty","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature feat. Sundae & T‐Nutty","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\nwhen we do them haters frown,\nnigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nand bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nbut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nthey all up in my mix mane\nWhat up? Suckas!\nAin't no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nwhat'chu niggas lookin at?\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nyeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nwhat'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\ntrippin is dumb and you\nStop, everybody, what's that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nAnd why they wanna go and get me pissed,\nwhen they know I'm with me clique\nand a real nigga like mitchy slick\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nfuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the gremlin,\nnow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nnigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\na veteran knowin'll pathetic\nandn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nhe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemy had him beefy,\nnow he look like a honey bun or somethin\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nkick it\nstay fresh\nstep out\nin my sunday's best\nbitches trippin\nyou'll get slapped\nhold up wait\nwatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nwhy you askin bout me?\nif for that liquor\nshe said cuz she spittin\nnew vics in a mix\nof tech n9ne and twista\nlip singing and chris at?? at\nhundred grand\nthey spendin spend\nlet louie v\nand my womens wet\nwho is she?\ncuz i been there\nwho is he?\nhe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nwatchu doin?\ntryin to snap back\na hundred degrees\nI'm heated\neat it\nlike it was your dinner roll\nyou've never been a friend to me\nbitch betta check yo temperature\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\ncatch a lot of bodies\ntry to knock me from my Iraqi\nstrapped down on Kawasakis\nthese poppies like that seed that\ncome from over seas\nwe g's livin in that coupe so hard\nthat sundae is a super star\nwhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nmake me start a girl fight\nbetta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\nblowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\nI'll chirp your name for this CB\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n(chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nTo tell you the truth\nwe havin a ball\nthere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nwe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nThere's bitches all over the place\nwhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flip the script\nand start drippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nwhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nplus I can read your game plan\nlike my book of raps\nlast nigga that tried it\ncaught a right n then he took a nap\nnigga sleep go night night\nfor fucking wit niggas that fight fight\nand some of you suckas be hatin\ncuz we shinin like some bright lights\nt-nutty your street buddy\ntech n9ne and the click\nthey better act like they got sense\nstop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\nthat nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\nflip the script\nand my nigga bow down\nstraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nask around and they tell you blaow blaow\naint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nhalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nwanna be part of the crew\ncuz they know we do the fool\ngo dumb and act retarded\ndont ever like to start it\nbut you can be a target\nif I lose it open your mouth\nfor this thermometer\nI'm check a niggas temperature\nthen sliding off with your chick\nsmokin bomb wit her\n(chorus)\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my business,\nnow I gotta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nwhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nso why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nif ya heated when I check ya temperature mane","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature feat. Sundae & T‐Nutty\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 270000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call and say lets hit the town,\n when we do them haters frown,\n nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n and bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n but you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n they all up in my mix mane\n What up? Suckas!\n Ain't no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n what'chu niggas lookin at?\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n what'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n trippin is dumb and you\n Stop, everybody, what's that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n And why they wanna go and get me pissed,\n when they know I'm with me clique\n and a real nigga like mitchy slick\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the gremlin,\n now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n a veteran knowin'll pathetic\n andn let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n he looked like he wanted somethin\n Remy had him beefy,\n now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n kick it\n stay fresh\n step out\n in my sunday's best\n bitches trippin\n you'll get slapped\n hold up wait\n watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n why you askin bout me?\n if for that liquor\n she said cuz she spittin\n new vics in a mix\n of tech n9ne and twista\n lip singing and chris at?? at\n hundred grand\n they spendin spend\n let louie v\n and my womens wet\n who is she?\n cuz i been there\n who is he?\n he aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n watchu doin?\n tryin to snap back\n a hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n eat it\n like it was your dinner roll\n you've never been a friend to me\n bitch betta check yo temperature\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n catch a lot of bodies\n try to knock me from my Iraqi\n strapped down on Kawasakis\n these poppies like that seed that\n come from over seas\n we g's livin in that coupe so hard\n that sundae is a super star\n what the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n make me start a girl fight\n betta check this bitches Fahrenheit,\n blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeet skeeet\n I'll chirp your name for this CB\n They gon drop you like my cd\n (chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n To tell you the truth\n we havin a ball\n there's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n we havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n There's bitches all over the place\n why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flip the script\n and start drippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n what they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n plus I can read your game plan\n like my book of raps\n last nigga that tried it\n caught a right n then he took a nap\n nigga sleep go night night\n for fucking wit niggas that fight fight\n and some of you suckas be hatin\n cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n t-nutty your street buddy\n tech n9ne and the click\n they better act like they got sense\n stop lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n that nigga stretch the flex but won't flinch,\n flip the script\n and my nigga bow down\n straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n wanna be part of the crew\n cuz they know we do the fool\n go dumb and act retarded\n dont ever like to start it\n but you can be a target\n if I lose it open your mouth\n for this thermometer\n I'm check a niggas temperature\n then sliding off with your chick\n smokin bomb wit her\n (chorus)\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my business,\n now I gotta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n when I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n so why ya gatta go and make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n"},{"id":17696876,"name":"Check Yo Temperature (feat. Sundae and T-Nutty)","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature (feat. Sundae and T-Nutty)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":270.106122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\nWhen we do them haters frown,\nNigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nN bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nBut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nThey all up in my mix mane\nWhuttup? Suckas!\nAint no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhut'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb'a you\n\nStop, everybody, whuts that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nN why they wanna go n get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nN a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the grimin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veterin knowin'll pathetic\nN let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rrock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemey had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my bidness,\nNow I gatta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sundays best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\n\nWho is she?\nCuz I been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\n\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lotta bombs\nTry to knock me from my heiarchy\nStraight down on calasackis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nHung from over seas\nWe g's livin in that clipse so hard\nThat stunday is a stootin star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches fair height\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeske\nI'll choke ya head\nBeacuse see\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\n\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flipt a script\nAnd start trippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\n\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a ride n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nTee nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne in the click\nThey betta act like they got system\nLookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga??\nFlipt a script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like the started\nBut you can be our target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nBut check a niggas temperature\nRidin off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature (feat. Sundae and T-Nutty)\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 270106\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n When we do them haters frown,\n Nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n N bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n But you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n They all up in my mix mane\n Whuttup? Suckas!\n Aint no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n Whut'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb'a you\n\n Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rrock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remey had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my bidness,\n Now I gatta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sundays best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n\n Who is she?\n Cuz I been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lotta bombs\n Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n Straight down on calasackis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Hung from over seas\n We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n That stunday is a stootin star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches fair height\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeske\n I'll choke ya head\n Beacuse see\n They gon drop you like my cd\n\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flipt a script\n And start trippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n Tee nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne in the click\n They betta act like they got system\n Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga??\n Flipt a script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like the started\n But you can be our target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n But check a niggas temperature\n Ridin off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n"},{"id":14078562,"name":"Check Yo Temperature Ft. Sundae And T-Nutty","trackName":"Check Yo Temperature Ft. Sundae And T-Nutty","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":270.132245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\nWhen we do them haters frown,\nNigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nN bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nBut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nThey all up in my mix mane\nWhuttup? Suckas!\nAint no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhut'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb'a you\n\nStop, everybody, whuts that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nN why they wanna go n get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nN a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the grimin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veterin knowin'll pathetic\nN let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rrock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemey had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my bidness,\nNow I gatta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sundays best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\n\nWho is she?\nCuz I been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\n\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lotta bombs\nTry to knock me from my heiarchy\nStraight down on calasackis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nHung from over seas\nWe g's livin in that clipse so hard\nThat stunday is a stootin star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches fair height\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeske\nI'll choke ya head\nBeacuse see\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\n\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flipt a script\nAnd start trippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\n\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a ride n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nTee nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne in the click\nThey betta act like they got system\nLookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga??\nFlipt a script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like the started\nBut you can be our target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nBut check a niggas temperature\nRidin off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Check Yo Temperature Ft. Sundae And T-Nutty\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 270132\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n When we do them haters frown,\n Nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n N bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n But you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n They all up in my mix mane\n Whuttup? Suckas!\n Aint no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n Whut'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb'a you\n\n Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rrock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remey had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my bidness,\n Now I gatta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sundays best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n\n Who is she?\n Cuz I been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lotta bombs\n Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n Straight down on calasackis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Hung from over seas\n We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n That stunday is a stootin star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches fair height\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeske\n I'll choke ya head\n Beacuse see\n They gon drop you like my cd\n\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flipt a script\n And start trippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n Tee nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne in the click\n They betta act like they got system\n Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga??\n Flipt a script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like the started\n But you can be our target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n But check a niggas temperature\n Ridin off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n"},{"id":13791083,"name":"7 - Check Yo Temperature Ft. Sundae And T-Nutty","trackName":"7 - Check Yo Temperature Ft. Sundae And T-Nutty","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"K.O.D.","duration":270.132245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\nAnd 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\nBut when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\nWhen we do them haters frown,\nNigga turn the heat down\nI know we skip the line,\nN bitches think we fine\nI know you feelin drunk n tough,\nBut you best recline\nYou don't wanna get stained\nIts pain in this lane\nI'mma check they temperature,\nThey all up in my mix mane\nWhuttup? Suckas!\nAint no lookin back!\nI just wanna know,\nWhut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\nI just come to kick it with the bitches,\nI aint come for you\nIf you really want it,\nYeah my homies got a gun or two\nI take on every one of you,\nWhut'chu wanna do\nDon't forget I got this whole club on my side,\nTrippin is dumb'a you\n\nStop, everybody, whuts that sound?\nIt sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\nWith the quick.\nN why they wanna go n get me pissed,\nWhen they know I'm with me clique\nN a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\nOn this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\nFuck these niggas, invite the women\nBustas wanna insight the grimin,\nNow ya gatta invite the crimin-als\nDon't gimmie that bullshit,\nNigga dont gimmie no looks\nYa better get over the shit,\nA veterin knowin'll pathetic\nN let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\nSo ya better snap ya fangers\nAnd then rrock with it\nCuz if ya chops spit it\nI'mma let somethin hot hit it\nBout a hundred somethin,\nHe looked like he wanted somethin\nRemey had him beefy,\nNow he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\nAYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\nI'm mindin my bidness,\nNow I gatta check yo temperature\nAYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\nMake me lose it if ya heated\nWhen I check ya temperature\nAYE Now I aint come to play games,\nSo why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\nAYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\nIf ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\nAh!\nKick it\nStay fresh\nStep out\nIn my sundays best\nBitches trippin\nYou'll get slapped\nHold up wait\nWatchu bitches lookin at?\nI'm callin askin\nWhy you askin bout me?\nIf for that liquor\nShe said cuz she spittin\nNew vics in a mix\nOf tech n9ne and twista\nLip singing and chris at?? at\nHundred grand\nThey spendin spend\nLet louie v\nAnd my womens wet\n\nWho is she?\nCuz I been there\nWho is he?\nHe aint a threat\nWho am I?\nKC Boss bitch\nWatchu doin?\nTryin to snap back\nA hundred degrees\nI'm heated\nEat it\nLike it was your dinner roll\nYou've never been a friend to me\nBitch betta check yo temperature\n\nI'll block you like rocky on cocky\nCatch a lotta bombs\nTry to knock me from my heiarchy\nStraight down on calasackis\nThese poppies like that seed that\nHung from over seas\nWe g's livin in that clipse so hard\nThat stunday is a stootin star\nWhat the fuck you hoes stand for?\nKnowin you all are some scared hoes\nMake me start a girl fight\nBetta check this bitches fair height\nBlowin niggas I'm BeBe\nSee broke niggas I Skeske\nI'll choke ya head\nBeacuse see\nThey gon drop you like my cd\n\nTo tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\nTo Tell you the truth\nWe havin a ball\nThere's bitches all over the place\n\nThere's bitches all over the place\nWhy is you niggas all up in my face?\nI'm from the flipt a script\nAnd start trippin on them like\nWhatchu niggas lookin at?\n\nI think these niggas might need some glasses\nWhat they lookin at?\nI poodle tuckin its tail\nI aint ever been mistookin that\nPlus I can read your game plan\nLike my book of raps\nLast nigga that tried it\nCaught a ride n then he took a nap\nNigga sleep go night night\nFor fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\nAnd some of you suckas be hatin\nCuz we shinin like some bright lights\nTee nutty your street buddy\nTech n9ne in the click\nThey betta act like they got system\nLookin at me n go get in a bitch\nThat nigga??\nFlipt a script\nAnd my nigga bow down\nStraight from cal with a .50 cal wow\nAsk around and they tell you blaow blaow\nAint nobody trippin off of you\nI jus wanna kick it and be cool\nHalf of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\nWanna be part of the crew\nCuz they know we do the fool\nGo dumb and act retarded\nDont ever like the started\nBut you can be our target\nIf I lose it open your mouth\nFor this thermometer\nBut check a niggas temperature\nRidin off with your chick\nSmokin bomb wit her","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 7 - Check Yo Temperature Ft. Sundae And T-Nutty\n artist: Tech N9ne\n album: K.O.D.\n duration_ms: 270132\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib\n And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live\n But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,\n When we do them haters frown,\n Nigga turn the heat down\n I know we skip the line,\n N bitches think we fine\n I know you feelin drunk n tough,\n But you best recline\n You don't wanna get stained\n Its pain in this lane\n I'mma check they temperature,\n They all up in my mix mane\n Whuttup? Suckas!\n Aint no lookin back!\n I just wanna know,\n Whut'chu niggas lookin at?\n\n I just come to kick it with the bitches,\n I aint come for you\n If you really want it,\n Yeah my homies got a gun or two\n I take on every one of you,\n Whut'chu wanna do\n Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,\n Trippin is dumb'a you\n\n Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?\n It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down\n With the quick.\n N why they wanna go n get me pissed,\n When they know I'm with me clique\n N a real nigga like mitch he's slick\n\n On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,\n Fuck these niggas, invite the women\n Bustas wanna insight the grimin,\n Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als\n Don't gimmie that bullshit,\n Nigga dont gimmie no looks\n Ya better get over the shit,\n A veterin knowin'll pathetic\n N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz\n So ya better snap ya fangers\n And then rrock with it\n Cuz if ya chops spit it\n I'mma let somethin hot hit it\n Bout a hundred somethin,\n He looked like he wanted somethin\n Remey had him beefy,\n Now he look like a honey bun or somethin\n\n AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha\n I'm mindin my bidness,\n Now I gatta check yo temperature\n AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta\n Make me lose it if ya heated\n When I check ya temperature\n AYE Now I aint come to play games,\n So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane\n AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,\n If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane\n\n Ah!\n Kick it\n Stay fresh\n Step out\n In my sundays best\n Bitches trippin\n You'll get slapped\n Hold up wait\n Watchu bitches lookin at?\n I'm callin askin\n Why you askin bout me?\n If for that liquor\n She said cuz she spittin\n New vics in a mix\n Of tech n9ne and twista\n Lip singing and chris at?? at\n Hundred grand\n They spendin spend\n Let louie v\n And my womens wet\n\n Who is she?\n Cuz I been there\n Who is he?\n He aint a threat\n Who am I?\n KC Boss bitch\n Watchu doin?\n Tryin to snap back\n A hundred degrees\n I'm heated\n Eat it\n Like it was your dinner roll\n You've never been a friend to me\n Bitch betta check yo temperature\n\n I'll block you like rocky on cocky\n Catch a lotta bombs\n Try to knock me from my heiarchy\n Straight down on calasackis\n These poppies like that seed that\n Hung from over seas\n We g's livin in that clipse so hard\n That stunday is a stootin star\n What the fuck you hoes stand for?\n Knowin you all are some scared hoes\n Make me start a girl fight\n Betta check this bitches fair height\n Blowin niggas I'm BeBe\n See broke niggas I Skeske\n I'll choke ya head\n Beacuse see\n They gon drop you like my cd\n\n To tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n To Tell you the truth\n We havin a ball\n There's bitches all over the place\n\n There's bitches all over the place\n Why is you niggas all up in my face?\n I'm from the flipt a script\n And start trippin on them like\n Whatchu niggas lookin at?\n\n I think these niggas might need some glasses\n What they lookin at?\n I poodle tuckin its tail\n I aint ever been mistookin that\n Plus I can read your game plan\n Like my book of raps\n Last nigga that tried it\n Caught a ride n then he took a nap\n Nigga sleep go night night\n For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight\n And some of you suckas be hatin\n Cuz we shinin like some bright lights\n Tee nutty your street buddy\n Tech n9ne in the click\n They betta act like they got system\n Lookin at me n go get in a bitch\n That nigga??\n Flipt a script\n And my nigga bow down\n Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow\n Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow\n Aint nobody trippin off of you\n I jus wanna kick it and be cool\n Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka\n Wanna be part of the crew\n Cuz they know we do the fool\n Go dumb and act retarded\n Dont ever like the started\n But you can be our target\n If I lose it open your mouth\n For this thermometer\n But check a niggas temperature\n Ridin off with your chick\n Smokin bomb wit her\n"}]