Представляем точный текст композиции "Check Out Time" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 2Pac . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Check Out Time» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 2Pac передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
2Pac - "Check Out Time"
Lyrics to Check Out Time : [Intro: 2Pac] Ay what time is it nigga' (I dont know) Oh shit, 12 oclock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, its check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at nigga') Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs (Where K and them niggaz at man') Tell the valet, bring the Benz around (Ay yall seen my shoes') Hey Kurupt, yall niggaz drivin or yall flyin back, whassup' (Kurupt: Man, Im rollin man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn [Verse One: 2Pac] Now Im up early in the mornin breath stinkin as Im yawnin Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers while Im 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 Im a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee 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, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it dont matter just dont bite it I never got to check out the scence Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, its check out time [Chorus: 2Pac] We gotta go [2X] Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, its check it out time We gotta go [4X] Gotta go nigga, gotta go (yall know what time it is) Ay, cmon man get yall bags man call that valet motherfucker Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker [Verse Two: Kurupt] They label me an outlaw, so its time for the panty raid My fantansies came true, with Janet on, Im in a Escapade But did it all end too soon All the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume Since Im a playa like my nigga Syke Then its only right for me to disappear into the night My games Trump tight, so I find time to recline Sneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds I aint got that much time So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since Im 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, Im done and Im out cause theres someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga Its check out time [Chorus: Kurupt] We 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 its check out time, its 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 Im livin the life of a boss playa The front desk callin but Im checkin out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could talk, theyd say, you tried to fade me Im puttin in work, but didnt hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts, cause Im livin Fed Heard what I said' Passion is crashin the room From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom Im blackin out, youre yellin out Big Syke Daddy We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way Im lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night Five bottles of Cristal and Im 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 aint on vacation Its check out time [Chorus: Syke] We gotta go [8X] Ay, its check out time Ay Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga' Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man' Man yall niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much What the fuck yall doin nigga' Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz cmon man, niggaz is trippin man Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man We gotta go [8X] I aint got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred [ Check Out Time Lyrics ]
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