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KANYE WEST lyrics : "Gone"

(feat. Cam'ron , Consequence)

But it's too late, it's too late

He, gone

[Kanye West]

You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis

Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
BROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosy
Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies

Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way


[Chorus]
Too late, we, gone - we strivin home
Gone - we ride on chrome

It's too late

[Kanye West]

Y'all don't want no prob from me
What you rappers could get is a job from me
Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn

I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr
Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn
Caught somethin on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn"

Plus he already got three chil'run
Arguin over babysitters like, "(*##$ - it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you

Even your superficial raps is super official
R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on

Said he couldn't rap now he at the top where dude belong
Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone


[Chorus]
We strivin home, gone
[Cam] I ride on chrome...

We strivin home, gone
[Cam] Killa, I ride on chrome


[Cam'Ron]
Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true

Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here's the deal ma we goin to the {?}
No concealin, no ceiling I don't need a roof

Act up, get out, I don't need you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag
Dag, ^!$$%z still doin puff puff pass

Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, %#@!
Y'all ^!$$%z want Killa Cam, cerebellum

An old man just gon' tell 'em (too late, he, gone)
Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm (gone)
My last girl want me back then I'm on

Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read what the sign say (too late, he, gone)
Yes I know you wanna see my demise

Yeah you church boy actin like a thief in disguise
Ain't leavin my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, %#@!

And that ain't leavin alive, please believe me
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or Regina

The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now

[Chorus]

We strivin home, I ride on chrome
Listen homeboy move on
That's your best bet, why's that?

Cause

[Consequence]

Uhh, uhh, yo, yo
I been pourin out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin to help his momma with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on

But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong
Now they askin Cons, how long has this gone on
And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds
So I ain't goin to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed

And when I came the next mornin he was gone with my bread
And with that bein said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
But lookin back now shoulda gone to the crib
And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10

But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a ^!$$% talkin %#@! so I had gone to the car
And now the judge is tellin me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind bars
And since I gone to a cell for some cruddy crimes

I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone

[long instrumental pause]

[Kanye West imitating "The Show" at first]
Uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn
Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh I'mmmm
Ah-head of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me wanna get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin it all behind

Kanye step away from the lime-
-light, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model chicks was bendin over or
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa

What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural-fied
A week later the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirrow
How we out in Europe, spendin Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's GONE

I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything includin the mannequin
They got a new (*##$ now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin, stay calm

Shorty's at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry Mr. West is gone!

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