Check Out Time

[Intro: 2Pac, Kurupt & Syke] Ayy, 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) Damn 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 Ayy, y'all seen my shoes? Hey, Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or y'all flyin' back, what's up? Ayy, nigga, you seen my— where the keys at, man? Man, I'm rollin', man, fuck that shit Who got the keys? Ayy, Syke, nigga, come on, man, get up out the bathroom, fool Fuck that I lost some money, nigga Ahh, 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 holler 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, some 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 & 2Pac] We gotta go (Gotta go, gotta go) We gotta go (Yeah, baby, haha, it's check out time) We gotta go (Gotta go, nigga, gotta go) We gotta go (Y'all know what time it is) We gotta go (Ayy, come on, man, get y'all bags, man, call that valet motherfucker) We gotta go (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 Michael 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, Kurupt & Priest] We gotta go (Ayo man, Pac, ayy, where the f— where the fuck is Daz at, man?) We gotta go (This nigga locked up or somethin') We gotta go (Don't even wanna leave) We gotta go (Yo, man, it's check out time, it's time to get out this motherfucker) We gotta go (Ayy, you see them bitches?) We gotta go (We out, man, fuck that shit) We gotta go (Yo Priest) We gotta go (Yo, nigga, what's up? Where's Syke?) [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 & Big Syke] We gotta go, we gotta go (Ayy, it's check out time) We gotta go (Ayy, Pac, nigga, where my motherfuckin'—) We gotta go (Where my shoes go, nigga?) We gotta go (Where my motherfuckin' drawers and shit at, man?) We gotta go (Man, y'all niggas was in here partyin' too fuckin' much) We gotta go (What the fuck y'all doin', nigga?) We gotta go (Kurupt, go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them niggas) We gotta go (Kurupt, go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them niggas) We gotta go (Come on, man, niggas is trippin', man) (Front desk all callin' me, tellin' me to get the hell outta here, man) We gotta go (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 Ooh, we gotta go Ooh-we, hey We, we gotta go Hey, we gotta go Hey, mhm, yeah, uh-huh