Tupac Shakur (2Pac) - Check out time lyrics

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Hey, what time is it nigga

I don't know

Oh shit, 12 o' clock

Oh shit, we got ta get tha fuck outta here

(hell yeah)

Nigga, it's check out time nigga

Hey call Kurupt, call Daz

Call all those niggas up from downstairs

Tell tha valay, bring tha benz around

Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back

Wussup

Man, i'm rollin' man, fuck that shit

Hey Syke man, come on nigga, get up out tha bathroom fool

Let's go

I lost some money nigga

Aw nigga

Damn

Now I'm up early in the mornin'

Breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning

Just another sunny day in California

I got my mind focused on some papers

While I'm into sexy capers

Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who 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

Alazhay and Heneesee

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

Hot and horny

What a freaky bitch

First you argued, then I fight it, till 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

We got to go

Its check out time

We got to go

Kurupt

They label me an outlaw

So its time for the panty raid

My fantansies came true

With Janet on, I'm in an Escapade

Did it all, in 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 its only right for me to disappear into the night

My games trump tight

So I find time to recline

Sneak into your room

Instant Messiah

Shit, wines of all kinds

I ain't got much time

So hurry up and pop the dime

And let me hit it from behind

Since I'm only here for one night

I gots 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

Cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention

So all the homies round up in the lobby

Cuz busting bitches is a hobby, nigga

It's check out time

We got to go

Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa

The front desk callin'

But I'm checking 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 putting in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed

Carressing your thoughts

Cuz I'm living fed

Heard what I said

Passion is clashing the room

From the liquor we consumed

I heard a boom

I'm blacking out

You're yelling out 'Big Syke Daddy'

We did it in the caddy on the highway

My way

I'm lost in a dream

So it seems to be the night

Five bottles of chrystl and I'm still tight

Out of site, for Pac and Kurupt

As I get it up

Once the doors close

You're stuck

In a heated sticky situation

Get up baby

You ain't on vacation

It's check out time

We got to go