[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I keep my temperature on 74 when I'm at the crib
And 79 in the winter time that's just how I live
But when the homies call and say let's hit the town
When we do, them haters frown, nigga turn the heat down
I know we skip the line, and bitches think we fine
I know you feelin' drunk and tough but you best recline
You don't wanna get stained, it's pain in this lane
I'mma check they temperature, they all up in my mix, mayne
What up, suckas, ain't no lookin' back
I just wanna know: What you niggas lookin' at?
I just come to kick it with the bitches, I ain't come for you
If you really want it, yeah my homies got a gun or two
I take on every one of you, what you wanna do?
Don't forget I got this whole club on my side, trippin' is dumb of you
Stop! Everybody, what's that sound?
It sound like a hater 'bout to get the beat down
With the quick and why they wanna go and get me pissed?
When they know I'm with me clique, and a real nigga like Mitchy Slick
On this Hennessy, Sprite and lemon, fuck these niggas, invite the women
Busters wanna insight the grimin', now you gotta come invite the crimin-nals
Don't gimme that bullshit, nigga don't gimme no looks
You better get over the shit, a veteran knowin' you pathetic
And let 'em fuck up and hit me on kush
So you better snap your fingers and then rock with it
'Cause if you chops spit it, I'mma let somethin' hot hit it
'Bout a hundred somethin' he looked like he wanted somethin'
Remy had him beefy now he like a honey bun or somethin'
I keep my temperature on 74 when I'm at the crib
And 79 in the winter time that's just how I live
But when the homies call and say let's hit the town
When we do, them haters frown, nigga turn the heat down
I know we skip the line, and bitches think we fine
I know you feelin' drunk and tough but you best recline
You don't wanna get stained, it's pain in this lane
I'mma check they temperature, they all up in my mix, mayne
What up, suckas, ain't no lookin' back
I just wanna know: What you niggas lookin' at?
I just come to kick it with the bitches, I ain't come for you
If you really want it, yeah my homies got a gun or two
I take on every one of you, what you wanna do?
Don't forget I got this whole club on my side, trippin' is dumb of you
Stop! Everybody, what's that sound?
It sound like a hater 'bout to get the beat down
With the quick and why they wanna go and get me pissed?
When they know I'm with me clique, and a real nigga like Mitchy Slick
On this Hennessy, Sprite and lemon, fuck these niggas, invite the women
Busters wanna insight the grimin', now you gotta come invite the crimin-nals
Don't gimme that bullshit, nigga don't gimme no looks
You better get over the shit, a veteran knowin' you pathetic
And let 'em fuck up and hit me on kush
So you better snap your fingers and then rock with it
'Cause if you chops spit it, I'mma let somethin' hot hit it
'Bout a hundred somethin' he looked like he wanted somethin'
Remy had him beefy now he like a honey bun or somethin'
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