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check out time - 2pac lyrics

“check out time”
(feat. kurupt, syke)

[intro: 2pac]

ay what time is it n-gg-? (i don’t know)
oh sh-t, 12 o’clock
oh sh-t, we got to get the f-ck up outta here (h-ll yeah)
n-gg-, it’s check out time n-gg-
hey call up kurupt, call daz room (hey there b-tch, where suge at n-gg-?)
call suge, call all the n-gg-z tell em to meet me downstairs
(where k and them n-gg-z at man?)
tell the valet, bring the benz around
(ay y’all seen my shoes?)
hey kurupt, y’all n-gg-z driving or y’all flying back, what’s up?
(kurupt: man, i’m rolling man, f-ck that sh-t)
hey syke n-gg-, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool
(f-ck that, i lost some money n-gg-)
aw n-gg-, d-mn

[verse one: 2pac]

now i’m up early in the morning breath stinking as i’m yawning
just another sunny day in california
i got my mind focused on some papers while i’m into s-xy 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 player, death before i let these b-tches break us
last night was like a fantansy, alize and hennessee
a hoochie and her homie dirty dancing with my man and me
told her i was interested, picture all the sh-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 n-gg- all excited, it don’t matter just don’t bite it
i never got to check out the sense
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 n-gg-, gotta go (y’all know what time it is)
ay, c’mon man get y’all bags man call that valet motherf-cker
tell him to get a n-gg- shoe, cause we out this motherf-cker

[verse two: kurupt]

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 running through the halls room to room, so i -ssume
since i’m a player like my n-gg- 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 m-ssage, sh-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 attention
so all the homies round up in the lobby
cause busting b-tches is a hobby, n-gg-
it’s check out time

[chorus: kurupt]

we gotta go [8x]
aiyyo man ‘pac ay where the where the f-ck is daz at man?
this n-gg- 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 b-tches?
we out man, f-ck that sh-t
yo rece! yo n-gg- what’s up?

[verse three: syke]

hey i’m living the life of a boss player
the front desk calling 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 puttin in work, but didn’t hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
caressing your thoughts, cause i’m living fed
heard what i said? p-ssion is crashing 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, 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, n-gg- where my motherf-cking, where my shoes go n-gg-?
where my motherf-cking drawers and sh-t at man?
man y’all n-gg-z was in here partyin too f-cking much
what the f-ck y’all doing n-gg-?
kurupt, go tell daz man and bogart and the rest of them n-gg-z
c’mon man, n-gg-z is trippin man
front desk all calling me telling me to get the h-ll outta here man
we gotta go [8x]
i ain’t got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred

- 2pac lyrics

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