作词 : 2Pac/R. Brown/J. Jackson/T. Himes

作曲 : 2Pac/R. Brown/J. Jackson/T. Himes

Ay what time is it *****?

("I don't know.")

Oh ****, 12 o'clock

Oh ****, we got to get the **** up outta here

("Hell yeah.")

*****, it's check out time *****

Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room

("Hey there, *****, where Suge at, *****?")

Call Suge, call all the *****s tell 'em to meet me downstairs

("Where K and them *****s at man?")

Tell the valet, bring the Benz around

("Ay, y'all seen my shoes?")

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

("Man, I'm rollin' man, **** that ****.")

Hey Syke *****, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool

("**** that, I lost some money, *****.")

Aw *****, damn

(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 ******* break us

Last night was like a fantasy, Alizé and Hennessy

A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me

Told her I was interested, picture all the **** we did

I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky *****

First you argued, then I fight it, 'til you lick me where I like it

Got a ***** all excited, it don't matter, just don't bite it

I never got to check out the scene

Too busy tryin' to dig a hole in your jeans

Now it seems, it's check out time

(Natasha Walker)

We gotta go, we gotta go!

(Collision: 2Pac)

Gotta go, gotta go

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

Gotta go *****, gotta go

("Y'all know what time it is!")

Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man, call that valet mother****er

Tell him to get a ***** ****, cause we out this, mother****er

(Kurupt)

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 runnin' through the halls room to room

So I assume, since I'm a playa like my ***** 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 in your room, instant Messiah, **** 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 bustin' ******* is a hobby, *****

It's check out time

(Natasha Walker)

We gotta go, we gotta go!

(Collision:Kurupt)

Aiyyo man 'Pac, ay, where the where the **** is Daz at man?

This ***** 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 *******?)

We out man, **** that ****

Yo Rece! Yo *****, whassup?

(Big Syke)

Hey, I'm livin' the life of a boss playa

The front desk callin' but I'm checkin' out later

My behavior 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 from '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

(Natasha Walker)

We gotta go, we gotta go!

(Collision: Big Syke)

Ay, it's check out time

Ay Pac, ***** where my mother****in', where my shoes go, *****?

Where my mother****in' drawers and **** at man?

Man, y'all *****s was in here partyin' too ****in' much

What the **** y'all doin', *****?

Kurupt, go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them *****s

C'mon man, *****s is trippin' man

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

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

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go!!! oooo!!

We gotta, go!!!

We, heyyy!

We!!, we gotta go!.. haaa!!

We gotta, go!! haa!!