Check Out Time Chords by 2Pac

[Start]

[Chorus]
D Gm                         
■ ■  Ay what time is it nigga
Gm                    
Oh shit twelve o'clock
        Gm                                  
Oh shit we got to get the fuck up outta here
      Gm                       
Nigga it's check out time nigga
                   Db           
Hey call up Kurupt call Daz room
          Db                                                
Call Suge call all the niggas tell 'em to meet me downstairs
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Tell the valet bring the Benz around
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Hey Kurupt y'all niggas drivin or y'all flyin' back whassup
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Hey Syke nigga come on man get up out the bathroom fool
   Bbm  
Aw nigga


[Verse]
Dbmaj7                                                             
Damn Now I'm up early in the mornin' breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'
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Just another sunny day in California
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I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers
     Db                                                       
Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us
           Db                                          
Will these rap lyrics take us plus room all up in Vegas
      Ebm7                                                
I'm a boss playa death before I let these bitches break us
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Last night was like a fantansy 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 don't matter just don't bite it
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I never got to check out the scence
         Ebm7                              
Too busy tryin' to dig a hole in your jeans


[Chorus]
       Ebm7                     
Now it seems it's check out time
   Ebm7    
We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
   Db      
We gotta go
         Ebm7
We gotta go  
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We gotta go


[Verse]
                                Ab                     
They label me an outlaw so it's time for the panty raid
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My fantansies came true with Janet on I'm in a escapade
Db                         
But did it all end too soon
               Db                                    
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room
                      Db                        
So I assume since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke
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Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night
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My game's trump tight so I find time to recline
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Sneak in your room instant Messiah shit wines of all kinds
            Ebm7          
I ain't got that much time
   Ebm7                                                  
So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind
      Ebm7                                                       
Since I'm only here for one night I got to get you hot and heated
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Play like Micheal Jackson and beat It


[Chorus]
    Fm7                          Dbmaj7              
One more thing I like to mention I'm done and I'm out
               Dbmaj7                                
'cause there's someone else who deserves my attention
       Ebm7                            
So all the homies round up in the lobby
       Ebm7                            
'cause bustin' bitches is a hobby nigga
               Ebm7
It's check out time
   Ebm7    
We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
    Db  Ebm7                                
Hey I'm ■    livin' the life of a boss playa


[Verse]
               Db                                
The front desk callin' but I'm checkin' out later
                Dbmaj7                            
My behaviour is crazy from what you did to me baby
               Ebm7                                
If walls could talk they'd say you tried to fade me
               Bbm7                                            
I'm puttin' in work but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
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Carressin' your thoughts 'cause I'm livin' Fed
             Db                               
Heard what I said Passion is crashin' the room
         Db                               
From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom
             Fm7                                    
I'm blackin' out you're yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy'
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We did it in the caddy on the highway my way
    Db                                              
I'm lost in a dream and so it seemed to be the night
                                      Bbm7 
Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight
       Db                       
Out of sight from Pac and Kurupt
     Ebm7                                    
As I get it up once the doors close you stuck
     Db    Bbm7   Db       
In a heaty sticky situation
       Ebm7                      
Get up baby you ain't on vacation


[Chorus]
               Bbm7 Ebm7
It's check out time ■   
   Ebm7    
We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
         Bbm7   
We gotta ■    go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
   Db      
We gotta go
          Db          
Niggas is trippin' man
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Front desk all callin' me tellin' me to get the hell outta here man
Db         
We gotta go
         Db
We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
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We gotta go
           
We gotta go
Ebm7 Db    Ebm7 Db Ebm7 Bbm
We   gotta ■    ■  ■    go 


[Outro]
Db Ebm7 Db Ebm7       Bbm Db 
■  We   ■  ■    gotta go  ooh
Ebm7             Db
■    We gotta go ■ 
Ebm7 Db     Ebm7
■    We hey ■   
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We We gotta go ho
   Ebm7       
We gotta go uh
Db Bbm7                  Ebm7
■  Hmm yeah yeah hey hey ■   


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