Check Out Time Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

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 

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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 

2Pac 

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We gotta go 

Gotta go, gotta go 

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

We gotta go 

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 

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 

Kurupt 

We gotta go 

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? 

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 

Syke 

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 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 

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