2Pac – Check Out Time Lyrics

Check Out Time

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"Check Out Time." - 2Pac

Friday, 23 October 2026, 05:08 am

Album: All Eyez On Me

Track No: 08

Aye, what time is it, ****? (I don't know)
Oh, shit, 12 o'clock
Oh, shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (Hell yeah, ****, let's go)
****, it's check out time, ****
Hey, call up Kurupt, call Daz room (Hey, there bitch, where Suge, ****?)
Call Suge, call all the ****, tell 'em to meet me downstairs
Where K and them **** at, man?
Tell the valet, bring the Benz around
Aye, y'all seen my shoes?
Hey Kurupt, y'all **** drivin' or y'all flyin' back, wassup?
Man, I'm rollin' man, fuck that shit
Hey, Syke, ****, come on, man, get up out the bathroom, fool
Fuck that, I lost some money, ****
Aww, ****, damn
Now, I'm up early in the morning, 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 fantasy, Alize and Hennessy
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, till 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 trying to dig a hole in your jeans, now, it seems it's check out time
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
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
And 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 massage, sip 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, ****, it's check out time
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
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
Caressin' 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
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, oh
We gotta go
We, hey, we, we gotta go, hey
We gotta go, hey

Writer(s): 2Pac, J. Jackson, T. Himes & R. Brown.

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