[Intro: 2Pac, Kurupt & Syke]
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Ayy, what time is it, nigga?
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I dont know
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Oh shit, 12 oclock? Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (Hell, yeah)
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Damn
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Nigga, its check out time, nigga
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Hey, call up Kurupt, call Daz room
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Hey there, bitch, where Suge at, nigga?
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Call Suge, call all the niggas, tell em to meet me downstairs
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Where K and them niggas at, man?
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Tell the valet, bring the Benz around
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Ayy, yall seen my shoes?
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Hey, Kurupt, yall niggas drivin or yall flyin back, whats up?
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Ayy, nigga, you seen my— where the keys at, man?
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Man, Im rollin, man, fuck that shit
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Who got the keys?
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Ayy, Syke, nigga, come on, man, get up out the bathroom, fool
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Fuck that
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I lost some money, nigga
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Ahh, nigga
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Damn
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[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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Now Im up early in the mornin, breath stinkin as Im yawnin
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Just another sunny day in California
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I got my mind focused on some papers while Im into sexy capers
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Give a holler to them hoochies last night, that tried to rape us
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Will these rap lyrics take us? Plus room all up in Vegas
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Im a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us
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Last night was like a fantasy, some Alizé and Hennessy
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A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me
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Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did
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I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch
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First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it
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Got a nigga all excited, it dont matter, just dont bite it
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I never got to check out the scene
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Too busy tryin to dig a hole in your jeans
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Now it seems, its check out time
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[Chorus: Natasha Walker & 2Pac]
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We gotta go (Gotta go, gotta go)
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We gotta go (Yeah, baby, haha, its check out time)
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We gotta go (Gotta go, nigga, gotta go)
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We gotta go (Yall know what time it is)
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We gotta go (Ayy, come on, man, get yall bags, man, call that valet motherfucker)
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We gotta go (Tell him to get a nigga shit, cause we out this motherfucker)
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[Verse 2: Kurupt]
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They label me an outlaw, so its time for the panty raid
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My fantasies came true with Janet on, Im in a escapade
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But did it all, end too soon
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All the homies runnin through the halls room to room
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So I assume, since Im a playa like my nigga Syke
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Then its only right for me to disappear into the night
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My games trump tight
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So I find time to recline
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Sneak in your room, instant massage, sip wines of all kinds
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I aint got that much time
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So hurry up, and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind
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Since Im only here for one night
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I got to get you hot and heated
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Play like Michael Jackson, and Beat It
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One more thing I like to mention, Im done and Im out
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Cause theres someone else who deserves my attention
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So all the homies round up in the lobby
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‘Cause bustin bitches is a hobby, nigga
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Its check out time
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[Chorus: Natasha Walker, Kurupt & Priest]
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We gotta go (Ayo man, Pac, ayy, where the f— where the fuck is Daz at, man?)
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We gotta go (This nigga locked up or somethin)
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We gotta go (Dont even wanna leave)
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We gotta go (Yo, man, its check out time, its time to get out this motherfucker)
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We gotta go (Ayy, you see them bitches?)
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We gotta go (We out, man, fuck that shit)
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We gotta go (Yo Priest)
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We gotta go (Yo, nigga, whats up? Wheres Syke?)
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[Verse 3: Big Syke]
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Hey, Im livin the life of a boss playa
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The front desk callin but Im checkin out later
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My behavior is crazy from what you did to me, baby
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If walls could talk, theyd say, you tried to fade me
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Im puttin in work, but didnt hurt from the Jacuzzi to the bed
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Carressin your thoughts, cause Im livin fed, heard what I said?
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Passion is crashin the room
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From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom
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Im blackin out, youre yellin out “Big Syke, Daddy”
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We did it in the Caddy on the Highway, my way
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Im lost in a dream and so it seemed, to be the night
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Five bottles of Cristal and Im still tight
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Out of sight from ‘Pac and Kurupt
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As I get it up, once the doors close, you stuck
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In a heaty, sticky situation
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Get up, baby, you aint on vacation
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Its check out time
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[Chorus: Natasha Walker & Big Syke]
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We gotta go, we gotta go
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(Ayy, its check out time)
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We gotta go (Ayy, Pac, nigga, where my motherfuckin—)
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We gotta go (Where my shoes go, nigga?)
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We gotta go (Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at, man?)
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We gotta go (Man, yall niggas was in here partyin too fuckin much)
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We gotta go (What the fuck yall doin, nigga?)
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We gotta go (Kurupt, go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them niggas)
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We gotta go (Kurupt, go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them niggas)
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We gotta go (Come on, man, niggas is trippin, man)
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(Front desk all callin me, tellin me to get the hell outta here, man)
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We gotta go (I aint got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred)
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We gotta go, we gotta go
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We gotta go, we gotta go
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We gotta go, we gotta go
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We gotta go
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Ooh, we gotta go
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Ooh-we, hey
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We, we gotta go
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Hey, we gotta go
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Hey, mhm, yeah, uh-huh
