Check Out Time - 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 niggas tell 'em to meet me downstairs

Where K and them niggas at man?

Tell the valet, bring the Benz around

Ay, y’all seen my shoes?

Hey Kurupt, y’all niggas drivin' or y’all flyin' back, whassup?

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

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 fantasy, Alizé and Hennessy

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 scene

Too busy tryin' to dig a hole in your jeans

Now it seems, it’s check out time

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

Gotta go, gotta go

Yeah baby, hahaha, it’s check it out time!

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 shit, cause we out this, motherfucker

They label me an outlaw, so it’s time for the panty raid

My fantasies 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 in your room, instant massage, sip 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 attention

So all the homies round up in the lobby

Cause bustin' bitches is a hobby, nigga

It’s check out time

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

Aiyyo man 'Pac, ay, where the where the fuck is Daz at man?

This nigga locked up or somethin'?

Don’t even want 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?

Hey, I’m livin' the life of a boss playa

The front desk callin' but I’m checkin' out later

My behavior 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 from '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

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

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 niggas 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 niggas

C’mon man, niggas is trippin' man

Front desk all callin' me, tellin' me to get the hell outta here, man

I ain’t got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go!!!

oooo!

We gotta, go!!!

We, heyyy!

We!!, we gotta go!.. haaa!

We gotta, go!

haa!