2Pac — Check Out Time

[Intro: 2Pac, Kurupt & Syke] 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 [Verse 1: 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 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 [Chorus: Natasha Walker] We gotta go, we gotta go! We gotta go, we gotta go! We gotta go, we gotta go! [Collision: 2Pac] 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 [Verse 2: 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 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 [Chorus: Natasha Walker] We gotta go, we gotta go! We gotta go, we gotta go! We gotta go, we gotta go! We gotta go, we gotta go! [Collision: Kurupt] 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? [Verse 3: Big Syke] 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 [Chorus: Natasha Walker] We gotta go, we gotta go! We gotta go, we gotta go! We gotta go, we gotta go! We gotta go, we gotta go! [Collision: Big Syke] 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 [Chorus: Natasha Walker] 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!!