Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check Out Time , by - 2Pac. Release date: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Check Out Time |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| We gotta go, we gotta go! |
| 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 |
| 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! |