Intro: 2Pac Ay what time is it nigga? (I don t know) Oh shit
12 o clock Oh shit
we got to get the up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga
it s check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt
call Daz room (hey there bitch
where Suge at nigga?) Call Suge
call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs (Where K and them niggaz at man?) Tell the valet
bring the Benz around (Ay y all seen my shoes?) Hey Kurupt
y all niggaz drivin or y all flyin back
whassup? (Kurupt: Man
I m rollin man
that shit) Hey Syke nigga
come on man
get up out the bathroom fool ( that
I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga
damn Verse One: 2Pac Now I m up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I m yawnin Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers while I m into sexy capers Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us
plus room all up in Vegas I m a boss playa
death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy
Alize and Hennessee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me Told her I was interested
picture all the shit we did I got her
all up on me
what a freaky bitch First you argued
then I fight it
til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited
it don t matter just don t bite it I never got to check out the scence Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems
it s check out time Chorus: 2Pac We gotta go (2X) Gotta go
gotta go Yeah baby
hahaha
it s check it out time We gotta go (4X) Gotta go nigga
gotta go (y all know what time it is) Ay
c mon man get y all bags man call that valet mother er Tell him to get a nigga shoe
cause we out this mother er Verse Two: Kurupt They label me an outlaw
so it s time for the raid My fantansies came true
with Janet on
I m in a Escapade But did it all end too soon All the homies runnin through the halls room to room
so I assume Since I m a playa like my nigga Syke Then it s only right for me to disappear into the night My game s Trump tight
so I find time to recline Sneak into your room
instant Messiah
shit wines of all kinds I ain t got that much time So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I m only here for one night
I got to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson
and Beat It One more thing I like to mention
I m done and I m out cause there s someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cause busting bitches is a hobby
nigga It s check out time Chorus: Kurupt We gotta go (8X) Aiyyo man Pac ay where the where the is Daz at man? This nigga locked up or somethin The only one not to leave Yo man it s check out time
it s time to get out this mother You seem them bitches? We out man
that shit Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup? Verse Three: Syke Hey I m livin the life of a boss playa The front desk callin but I m checkin out later My behaviour is crazy
from what you did to me baby If walls could talk
they d say
you tried to fade me I m puttin in work
but didn t hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts
cause I m livin Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom I m blackin out
you re yellin out Big Syke Daddy We did it in the caddy on the highway
my way I m lost in a dream
and so it seemed
to be the night Five bottles of Cristal and I m still tight Out of sight
for Pac and Kurupt As I get it up
once the doors close you stuck In a heaty
sticky situation Get up baby
you ain t on vacation It s check out time Chorus: Syke We gotta go (8X) Ay
it s check out time Ay Pac
nigga where my mother in
where my shoes go nigga? Where my mother in drawers and shit at man? Man y all niggaz was in here partyin too in much What the y all doin nigga? Kurupt
go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz c mon man
niggaz is trippin man Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man We gotta go (8X) I ain t got no more money
somebody loan me a hundred |
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