Check Out Time Lyrics by Tupac

Check Out Time Lyrics

    Intro: 2Pac

    Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know)
    Oh shit, 12 o'clock
    Oh shit, we got to get the fuck 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, fuck that shit)
    Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool
    (Fuck 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 hot and horny, 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 motherfucker
    Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker

    Verse Two: Kurupt

    They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty 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 fuck 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, fuck 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 motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga?
    Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man?
    Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much
    What the fuck 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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