Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,

(Hey, hey) don't give a damn what people say (Hey, hey) save it for another day (Hey, hey) you gonna talk the talk then walk this way (Hey, hey) or save it for another day Check, check mic check one, two It's about that time This the year we take shit

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

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

It's halftime Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like