Check Out Time

Written By: 2pac, J.Jackson, Syke, Kurupt
Produced By: Johnny J, 2pac

Featuring: Kurupt, Syke, Natasha Walker


[Tupac Speaking] 
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 [???]
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


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 (2X)
Its check out time
We got to go (4X)


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 (8X)


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



Death Row

Tupac rip

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