Ay what is it nigga? ("I know.") Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up here ("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where at, nigga?") Call Suge, call all the tell 'em to meet me downstairs ("Where K and them niggas at man?") Tell the valet, bring the Benz around ("Ay, seen my shoes?") Hey Kurupt, niggas drivin or y'all flyin' back, whassup? ("Man, I'm man, fuck that shit.") Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom ("Fuck that, I lost money, nigga.") Aw nigga
Now I'm up in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin' another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on papers while I'm into sexy capers Give a to them hoochies last night, that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in I'm a boss playa, death I let these bitches break us Last night was a fantansy, Alizé and Hennessy A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' my man and me Told her I was interested, picture all the we did I got her hot and horny, all up on me, a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter, just don't it I never got to check out the Too busy tryin' to dig a hole in your Now it seems, it's check out
We gotta go (gotta go, go) We go (yeah baby) (it's check it out time) We go (let's go nigga, gotta go) We gotta go (Y'all know what time it is!) (Ay, c'mon man get y'all man) We gotta go (call valet motherfucker, tell him to get a nigga shoe) We go ('cause we out this, motherfucker)
They label me an outlaw, so it's for the panty raid My fantansies came true with on, I'm in a escapade But did it all, end too All the homies through the halls room to room So I assume, since I'm a like my nigga Syke it's only right for me to disappear into the night My game's trump tight, so I time to recline Sneak in your room, Messiah, shit wines of all kinds I ain't got much time So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson, and It One more I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out 'Cause someone else who deserves my attention So all the homies up in the lobby 'Cause bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out
We go (ayo man Pac ay) We gotta go (where the the fuck is Daz at man?) We gotta go (This locked up or somethin'?) We gotta go (The one not to leave) (yo man) We gotta go (it's check out time it's time to get out mother) We gotta go (You them bitches?) We gotta go (We out man, fuck shit) We go (Yo Rece!) We go (Yo nigga, whassup, whassup?)
Hey I'm livin' the life of a playa The front desk callin' but I'm out later My behaviour is crazy what you did to me baby If walls could talk, they'd say, you to fade me I'm puttin' in work, but didn't hurt the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin' thoughts, 'cause I'm livin' Fed Heard what I Passion is crashin' the room From the liquor we I heard a boom I'm blackin' out, yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the on the highway, my way I'm lost in a dream and so it seemed, to be the Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still Out of sight from Pac and As I get it up, once the close, you stuck In a heaty, sticky Get up baby, you ain't on It's check out
We go We go (Ay, it's check out time) We go (Ay Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin') We go (where my shoes go, nigga?) We go (where my motherfuckin' drawers and shit at man?) We gotta go (Man, y'all was in here partyin' too fuckin' much) We gotta go (What the fuck doin', nigga? Kurupt!) We gotta go (go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the of them niggas, c'mon man) Niggas is man Front desk all me, tellin' me to get the hell outta here, man We gotta go (I ain't got no more money, somebody me a hundred) We gotta We go We gotta We gotta We gotta We go We go
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