2pac F- Kurupt Syke Check Out Time Lyrics

Check Out Time Lyrics

Intro: 2Pac 

 

 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 niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs

 (Where K and them niggaz at man?)

 Tell the valet, bring the Benz around

 (Ay y'all seen my shoes?)

 Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup?

 (Kurupt: 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 One: 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 fantansy, Alize and Hennessee

 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 scence

 Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans

 Now it seems, it's check out time

 

 Chorus: 2Pac

 

         We gotta go (2X)

 Gotta go, gotta go

 Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

         We gotta go (4X)

 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 shoe, cause we out this motherfucker

 

 Verse Two: Kurupt

 

 They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid

 My fantansies 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 into your room, instant Messiah, shit 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 atttention

 So all the homies round up in the lobby

 Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga

 It's check out time

 

 Chorus: Kurupt

 

         We gotta go (8X)

 Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man?

 This nigga locked up or somethin

 The only one not 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 Three: Syke

 

 Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa

 The front desk callin but I'm checkin 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 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, for '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: Syke

 

         We gotta go (8X)

 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 niggaz 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 niggaz

 c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man

 Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man

         We gotta go (8X)

 I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred