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Hey what time is it nigga? (I don't know)Oh shit, 12 o'clockOh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah)Nigga, it's check out time niggaHey 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 niggaz at man?)Tell the valet, bring the Benz around(Hey y'all seen my shoes?)Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas driving or y'all flying back, whats up?(Man, I'm rolling 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, damnNow I'm up early in the morning breath stinking as I'm yawningJust another sunny day in CaliforniaI got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capersGive a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape usWill these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in VegasI'm a boss player, death before I let these bitches break usLast night was like a fantasy, Alize and HennesseySongtexteA hoochie and her homie dirty dancing with my man and meTold her I was interested, picture all the shit we didI got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitchFirst you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like itGot a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite itI never got to check out the sceneToo busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansNow it seems, it's check out timeWe gotta goWe gotta go Gotta go, gotta goYeah baby, it's check it out timeWe gotta goWe gotta goWe gotta goWe gotta goGotta go nigga, gotta go (y'all know what time it is)Hey, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfuckerTell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfuckerThey label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raidMy fantansies came true, with Janet on, I'm in a EscapadeBut did it all end too soonAll the homies running through the halls room to room, so I assumeSince I'm a player like my nigga SykeThen it's only right for me to disappear into the nightMy game's Trump tight, so I find time to reclineSneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kindsI ain't got that much timeSo hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behindSince I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heatedPlay like Micheal Jackson, and Beat ItOne more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm outCause there's someone else who deserves my attentionSo all the homies round up in the lobbyCause busting bitches is a hobby, niggaIt's check out timeWe gotta goWe gotta go We gotta go We gotta go We gotta goWe gotta go We gotta go We gotta go Hey yo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man?This nigga locked up or somethingThe only one not to leaveYo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this motherYou seem them bitches?We out man, fuck that shitYo Rece! Yo nigga whats up?Hey I'm living the life of a boss playerThe front desk calling but I'm checking out laterMy behavior is crazy, from what you did to me babyIf walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade meI'm putting in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bedCaressing your thoughts, cause I'm living FedHeard what I said? Passion is crashing the roomFrom the liquor we consumed I heard a boomI'm blacking out, you're yelling out 'Big Syke Daddy'We did it in the caddy on the highway, my wayI'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the nightFive bottles of Cristal and I'm still tightOut of sight, for 'Pac and KuruptAs I get it up, once the doors close you stuckIn a heaty, sticky situationGet up baby, you ain't on vacationIt's check out timeWe gotta goWe gotta go We gotta go We gotta go We gotta goWe gotta go We gotta go We gotta go Hey, it's check out timeHey 'Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga?Where my motherfucking drawers and shit at man?Man y'all niggas was in here partying too fucking muchWhat the fuck y'all doing nigga?Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggasC'mon man, niggas is tripping manFront desk all calling me telling me to get the hell outta here manWe gotta goWe gotta go We gotta go We gotta go We gotta goWe gotta go We gotta go We gotta go I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred
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"Check Out Time" as written by Ricardo Brown, Johnny Jackson, Tyruss Himes, Tupac Shakur
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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