Ay, what time is it, nigga?
Oh, shit, twelve o 'clock.
Oh, shit, gotta get the fuck out of here.
Nigga, it's check -out time, nigga.
Ay, call Karell, call Dad's room,
call shit, call all the niggas,
tell them to meet him downstairs.
Tell him about late break,
the Benz and that.
Ay, Karell, y 'all niggas drivin',
y flyin' back, what's up?
Man, I'm rollin', man, fuck that.
Ay, Psyche, nigga, come on, man,
get up out the bathroom, fool, let's go.
Now I'm up early in the mornin'
Breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind fo cused
on some papers
While I'm at the sexy capers
Give a holla to them hooties
Last night I tried to break
a sweetie's rap
Lyrics take us, must room all up in Vegas
I'm a boss player,
death before I let these bitches break us
Last night was like a fantasy,
Alize and Hennessy
A hoochie and a homie,
dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested,
picture all the shit we did
I caught a hot and horny all up on me,
what a freaky bitch
Heard you argued and I spited,
see you lick me where I like it
Got a nigga 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 checkout time
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, go,
gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,
gotta go, go
They label me an outlaw,
so it's time for the panty rape
My fantasies came true,
when Janet on the mend I escapaded
Did it all in too soon,
all the homies running through
the halls room to room
So I assume since I'm a player
like my niggas psyched
Then it's only right for me
to disappear into the night
My games trumped 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 Don
And let me hit it from behind,
since I'm only here for one night
I got to get you hot an d heated,
play like Michael 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
Nigga, it's checkout time
Ay yo man, pop,
ay where the fuck his dad's at man?
This nigga locked up with some pussy
Don't even wan na leave
Yo man, it's checkout time
It's time to get out this motherfucker
You see them bitches?
We out now
We gotta go
I'm livin' the life of a boss player
The front desk callin',
but I'm checkin' out later
My behavior's crazy for
what you did to me, baby
If laws 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 consume,
I heard a boom
I'm blackin' out , you yellin' out,
big psych 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 crystal and I'm still tight
Out of sight from pocket corrupt
As I get it up, once the doors close,
you're stuck
In a heaty, sticky situation
Get up, baby, you ain't on vacation
It's checkout time
We gotta go, we gotta go, gotta go
We gotta go,
gotta go, we gotta
Where my motherfuckin' draw
ers and shit at, man?
You and y 'all niggas was in here
partying too fuckin' much
The fuck y 'all doing, nigga?
C'mon, go tell Daz, Manny,
Bogart,
and the rest of them niggas
C'mon, man,
niggas is trippin', man
Brought that song, 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, hey
We, we gotta go
Oh
We gotta go
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.