We gotta go It's check out time Ay what time is it nigga? ("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here ("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where Suge

Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down Could you? I got too much on my mind right now Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell

Bow, nigga, bow From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work Tell me how it's gonna be Yeah, uh-huh All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome Pay the role my dues, I brought my own funds When it's time to war I brought my own guns

Woo hoo, all the windows down Woo hoo, when I'm rolling through your town (Woo hoo) Saying yeah yeah I can feel it in the air that it's on tonight I don't really care if it's wrong or right Petal to the metal baby hold me tight Anything you want I can

I guess I'ma have to call her bae She the GOAT, she the GOAT Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shawty bad, slim, thick She my drug, she my fix And I'm all up in her mix She be mixin' with the wrist She the plug, she finesse She the one they

I'm about my issue babe Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da And you can tell by my name, yeah Whatever stands in my way, yeah Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around

Baby, we ain't never been bad lovers Baby, we ain't never been Love, we can laugh it off But one thing's certain, not one time never, no We both know we're better off, under covers Yeah, we might not string all the good times together Sun coming up

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you Ciao adios, I'm done If you're giving all of your money and time I'm onto you, yeah you I'm not your number one I saw you, with her Kissing and having fun And make out in the rain And now you take her

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on