Hey, [Intro: 2Pac]

Ay what time is it nigga
I nigga? (I don't know know)
Oh shit, 12 o' clock o'clock
Oh shit, we got ta to get tha the fuck up outta hereenter deleted
(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 those niggas up from the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs
(Where K and them niggaz at man?)
Tell tha valay, the valet, bring tha benz the Benz around
(Ay y'all seen my shoes?)
Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' niggaz drivin or are y'all flyin' back flyin back, whassup?
Wussup
(Kurupt: Man, i'm rollin' I'm rollin man, fuck that shit shit)
Hey Syke man, nigga, come on nigga, man, get up out tha the bathroom fool
Let's go
(Fuck that, I lost some money nigga nigga)
Aw nigga nigga, damn
Damn
[Verse One: 2Pac]

Now I'm up early in the mornin'
Breathe stinkin' mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawning yawnin
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers
Whilewhile I'm into sexy capers
Give a hollar holla to them hoochies last night who that tried to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us ?
Plus us, plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a Boss Playa
Death boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us
Last night was like a fantansy
Alazhay fantansy, Alize and Heneesee Hennessee
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' dancin with my man and me
Told her I was interested
Picture interested, picture all the shit we did
I got her hot and horny
All horny, all up on me
Hot and horny
What me, what a freaky bitch
First you argued, then I fight it, till til
you lick me where I like it
Got a nigga all excited
It 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 got to gotta go [2X]
Gotta go, gotta go
ItsYeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time
We got 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 go get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker
Kurupt[Verse Two: Kurupt]

They label me an outlaw
So its outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid
My fantansies came true
With true, with Janet on, I'm in an a Escapade
DidBut did it all, in all end too soon
All the homies runnin' runnin through the hallsenter added
room to room
So room, so I assume
Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke
Then its it's only right for me to disappear into the night
My games trump tight
So game's Trump tight, so I find time to recline
Sneak into your room
Instant Messiah
Shit, room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds
I ain't got that much time
So hurry up and pop the dime
And Dom and let me hit it from behind
Since I'm only here for one night night, I
I gotsgot to get you hot and heated
Play like Micheal Jackson Jackson, and Beat It
One more thing I like to mention
mention, I'm done and I'm out
Cuzcause there's someone else who deserves my atttention
So all the homies round up in the lobby
CuzCause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga
It's check out time
We got to go[Chorus: Kurupt]
NowWe 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 living livin the life of a Boss Playa boss playa
The front desk callin'
But callin but I'm checking 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 putting puttin in work, but didn't hurtenter added
from the jacuzzi to the bed
CarressingCarressin your thoughts
Cuz thoughts, cause I'm living fed livin Fed
Heard what I said
said? Passion is clashing crashin the room
From the liquor we consumedenter deleted
I heard a boom
I'm blacking out
You're yelling blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the caddy on the highway
My highway, my way
I'm lost in a dream
So dream, and so it seems seemed, to be the night
Five bottles of chrystl Cristal and I'm still tight
Out of site, sight, for Pac 'Pac and Kurupt
As I get it up
Once up, once the doors close
You're you stuck
In a heated heaty, sticky situation
Get up baby
You 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 to go no more money, somebody loan me a hundred