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 driving or y'all flying back, what's up? (Kurupt: Man, I'm rolling 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
Now I'm up early in the morning breath stinking 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 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 player, death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancing 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 sense Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time
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
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 running through the halls room to room, so I assume Since I'm a player 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 massage, 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 attention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time
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 what's up?
Hey I'm living the life of a boss player The front desk calling 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 puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Caressing your thoughts, cause I'm living Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashing 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, 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
We gotta go Ay, it's check out time Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherfucking, where my shoes go nigga? Where my motherfucking drawers and shit at man? Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fucking much What the fuck y'all doing nigga? Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man Front desk all calling me telling me to get the hell outta here man We gotta go I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred
