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2pac

2pac

Check Out Time

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(feat. Kurupt, Syke)

Intro: 2Pac

Ay what time is it nigg*? (I don't know)
Oh s**t, 12 o'clock
Oh s**t, we got to get the fk up outta here (hell yeah)
nigg*, it's check out time nigg*
Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there b*tch, where Suge at nigg*?)
Call Suge, call all the tell em to meet me downstairs
(Where K and them at man?)
Tell the valet, bring the Benz around
(Ay y'all seen my shoes?)
Hey Kurupt, y'all drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup?
(Kurupt: Man, I'm rollin man, fk that s**t)
Hey Syke nigg*, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool
(fk that, I lost some money nigg*)
Aw nigg*, d*mn

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 r*pe us
Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a boss playa, death before I let these girls 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 s**t we did
I got her hot and h*rny, all up on me, what a freaky b*tch
First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it
Got a nigg* 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 nigg*, gotta go (y'all know what time it is)
Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfker
Tell him to get a nigg* shoe, cause we out this motherfker

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 nigg* 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, s**t 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 girls is a hobby, nigg*
It's check out time

Chorus: Kurupt

We gotta go 8X
Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fk is Daz at man?
This nigg* 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 girls?
We out man, fk that s**t
Yo Rece! Yo nigg* 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, nigg* where my motherfkin, where my shoes go nigg*?
Where my motherfkin drawers and s**t at man?
Man y'all was in here partyin too fkin much
What the fk y'all doin nigg*?
Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them
c'mon man, 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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