 I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm in the crib/ And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live/ But when the homies call n say lets hit the town, when we do them haters frown, nigga turn the heat down/ I know we skip the line, n bitches think we fine/ I know you feelin drunk n tough, but you best recline/ You don't wanna get stained/ Its pain in this lane/ I'mma check they temperature, they all up in my mix mane/ Whuttup? Suckas! Aint no lookin back! I just wanna know, whut'chu niggas lookin at?
I just come to kick it with the bitches, I aint come for you/ If you really want it, yeah my homies got a gun or too/ I take on every one of you, whut'chu wanna do/ Don't forget I got this whole club on my side, trippin is dumb'a you/
Stop, everybody, whuts that sound? It sound like a haters bout to get the beat down/ With the quick. N why they wanna go n get me pissed, when they know I'm with me clique n a real nigga like mitch he's slick/
On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon, fuck these niggas, invite the women/ Bustas wanna insight the grimin, now ya gatta invite the crimin-als/ Don't gimmie that bullshit, nigga dont gimmie no looks/ Ya better get over the shit, a veterin knowin'll pathetic n let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz/ So ya better snap ya fangers/ And then rrock with it/ Cuz if ya chops spit it/ I'mma let somethin hot hit it/ Bout a hundred somethin, he looked like he wanted somethin/ Remey had him beefy, now he look like a honey bun or somethin/
AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha/ I'm mindin my bidness, now I gatta check yo temperature/
AYE, playa hater may ya (?)/ Make me lose it if ya heated when I check ya temperature/
AYE Now I aint come to play games, so why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane/
AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang, if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane/
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