[Intro: Otis Redding and Kanye West] Wished I had told ooh was (the) only one (uh oh) But it's too late It's too late He's gone
[Verse 1: 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 twenty Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay (Brother Numpsay!) Groupies say I'm too choosy Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies Say she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays If we up in Fridays, I still have it my way, gone! [Hook 1: Kanye West and Cam'ron] Gone We striving home Gone I ride on chrome
[Verse 2: 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 winter Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn Plus, he already got three chil'r'n Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's your turn" "Damn, Ye, it'd be stupid to diss you Even your superficial raps is super-official" R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on Said he couldn't rap, now he at the top with Doobie Long 'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone
[Hook 2: Cam'ron and Otis Redding] We striving home, gone I ride on chrome, gone We striving home We striving home, gone (Killa) I ride on chrome
[Verse 3: Cam'ron] Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who? Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla troop Oh my chinchilla blue, blue, you ever dealt with a dealer Well here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer, woo No concealing, 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) Niggas still doing puff-puff-pass (Puff, pass) Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em Hey, back in a touched-up Jag, shit Y'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum An old man just gon' tell 'em too late 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's gone) Yes, I know you wanna see my demise Yeah, you church, boy, acting like a thief in disguise Ain't even my size, see the greed in my eyes Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, chyeah And that ain't even a lie, please believe me Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and You can ask George or Regina The whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now [Hook 3: Cam'ron] We striving home I ride on chrome Listen, homeboy, move on That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?
[Verse 4: Consequence] I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone And trying 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 afoul on what could've gone wrong Now they asking "Cons, how long has this gone on?" And maybe all this money might have gone to my head 'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed And when I came the next morning he was gone with my bread And with that being said I had gone on my instincts And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks But looking back now, I should've gone to the crib And rented Gone With the Wind, 'cause I'da gone in by ten But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar And heard a nigga talking shit so I had gone to the car And now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far And now we gone for twenty years doing time behind bars And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone
[Verse 5: Kanye West] I'm ahead 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 leaving it all behind Kanye step away from the lime Light like when I was on the grind In the 1-9-9-9 Before model chicks was bending 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 eighteen-year-old? Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural Fired a week later, the manager count the churros Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro' How we out in Europe, spending 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 MCs Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free But if they ever flip sides like Anakin You'll sell everything including the mannequin They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm Shorties at the door 'cause they need more Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
