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(T. Shakur, J. Jackson, T. Himes, R. Brown)
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--Tupac [spoken]--
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 Suge
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 damn
--Tupac--
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
--Chorus--
We got to go (x2)
Its check out time
We got to go (x4)
--Kurupt--
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
--Chorus--
We got to go (x8)
--Syke--
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 chrystal
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
--Chorus--
We got to go (repeated til end...)
1996 Death Row & Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved. Transcribed by:
Gurjeet Litt (Yu108654@YorkU.ca)
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