Текст песни 2Pac - Check Out Time
2Pac - Check Out Time слова песни
Ay what time is it nigga? (I don`t know)Oh shit, 12 o`clockOh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah)Nigga, it`s check out time niggaHey 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, damnVerse One: 2PacNow I`m up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I`m yawninJust another sunny day in CaliforniaI got my mind focused on some papers while I`m into sexy capersGive a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape usWill these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in VegasI`m a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break usLast night was like a fantansy, Alize and HennesseeA hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and meTold her I was interested, picture all the shit we didI got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitchFirst you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like itGot a nigga all excited, it don`t matter just don`t bite itI never got to check out the scenceToo busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansNow it seems, it`s check out timeChorus: 2PacWe gotta go (2X)Gotta go, gotta goYeah baby, hahaha, it`s check it out timeWe 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 motherfuckerTell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfuckerVerse Two: KuruptThey label me an outlaw, so it`s time for the panty raidMy fantansies came true, with Janet on, I`m in a EscapadeBut did it all end too soonAll the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assumeSince I`m a playa like my nigga SykeThen it`s only right for me to disappear into the nightMy game`s Trump tight, so I find time to reclineSneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds I ain`t got that much timeSo hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behindSince I`m only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heatedPlay like Micheal Jackson, and Beat ItOne more thing I like to mention, I`m done and I`m out cause there`s someone else who deserves my atttentionSo all the homies round up in the lobbyCause busting bitches is a hobby, niggaIt`s check out timeChorus: KuruptWe gotta go (8X)Aiyyo man `Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man?This nigga locked up or somethinThe only one not to leaveYo man it`s check out time, it`s time to get out this motherYou seem them bitches?We out man, fuck that shitYo Rece!Yo nigga whassup?Verse Three: SykeHey I`m livin the life of a boss playaThe front desk callin but I`m checkin out laterMy behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me babyIf walls could talk, they`d say, you tried to fade meI`m puttin in work, but didn`t hurt from the jacuzzi to the bedCarressin your thoughts, cause I`m livin FedHeard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From the liquor we consumed I heard a boomI`m blackin out, you`re yellin out `Big Syke Daddy`We did it in the caddy on the highway, my wayI`m lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the nightFive bottles of Cristal and I`m still tightOut of sight, for `Pac and KuruptAs I get it up, once the doors close you stuckIn a heaty, sticky situationGet up baby, you ain`t on vacationIt`s check out timeChorus: SykeWe gotta go (8X)Ay, it`s check out timeAy `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 muchWhat the fuck y`all doin nigga?Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggazc`mon man, niggaz is trippin manFront desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here manWe gotta go (8X)I ain`t got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred