Текст песни Kanye West f Cam`Ron, Consequence - Gone
Kanye West f Cam`Ron, Consequence - Gone слова песни
But it`s too late, it`s too lateHe, gone[Kanye West]You sweat her, and I ain`t talkin `bout a CoogiYou a big L, and I ain`t talkin `bout Cool JSee me at the airport, at least 20 LouisTreat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother NumpsayBROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosyTake `em to the show and talk all through the moviesSays she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby TuesdaysIf we up in Friday`s, I still have it my way[Chorus]Too late, we, gone - we strivin homeGone - we ride on chromeIt`s too late[Kanye West]Y`all don`t want no prob from meWhat you rappers could get is a job from meMaybe you could be my intern, and in turnI`ll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turrAaron love the raw dog, when will he learnCaught somethin on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn"Plus he already got three chil`runArguin over babysitters like, "Bitch - it`s yo` turn!"Damn `Ye, it`d be stupid to ditch youEven your superficial raps is super officialR-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci onWith TV`s in the ride, throw a movie onSaid he couldn`t rap now he at the top with doobie longCause the dookie`s 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 trueOh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealerWell here`s the deal ma we goin to the {?}No concealin, no ceiling I don`t need a roofAct up, get out, I don`t need you poofPoof, be gone, damn tough luck dagDag, niggaz still doin puff puff passPull the truck up fast and I tell `emHey, back in a touched up Jag, shitY`all niggaz want Killa Cam, cerebellumAn 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 onFine stay, you got the grind heyCame back, read what the sign say (too late, he, gone)Yes I know you wanna see my demiseYeah you church boy actin like a thief in disguiseAin`t leavin my side, see the greed in my eyesAsk Abby y`all hustle for a week to the Chi, shitAnd that ain`t leavin alive, please believe meGave Weezy a piece of the pie, andYou can ask George or ReginaThe whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now[Chorus]We strivin home, I ride on chromeListen homeboy move onThat`s your best bet, why`s that?Cause[Consequence]Uhh, uhh, yo, yoI been pourin out some liquor for the fact that my pal`s goneAnd tryin to help his momma with the fact that her child goneAnd since we used to bubble like a tub full of CalgonGuess it`s only right that I should help her from now onBut since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrongNow they askin Cons, how long has this gone onAnd maybe all this money mighta gone to my headCause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the fedsSo I ain`t goin to the dread, but he`ll go on up to bedAnd when I came the next mornin he was gone with my breadAnd with that bein said, I had gone on my instinctsAnd gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinksBut lookin back now shoulda gone to the cribAnd rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I`da gone about 10But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the barAnd heard a nigga talkin shit so I had gone to the carAnd now the judge is tellin me that I had gone too farAnd now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind barsAnd since I gone to a cell for some cruddy crimesI 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-uhUh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnnUh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh I`mmmmAh-head of my time, sometimes years outSo the powers that be won`t let me get my ideas outAnd that make me wanna get my advance outAnd move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt`s houseYeah, I romance the thought of leavin it all behindKanye step away from the lime--light, like, when I was on the grindIn the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"Before, model chicks was bendin over orDealerships asked me Benz or Rover, manIf I could just get one beat on HovaWe could get up off this cheap-ass sofaWhat the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-oldSell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyroMy dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural-fiedA week later the manager count the churrosSometimes I can`t believe it when I look up in the mirrowHow we out in Europe, spendin EurosThey claim you never know what you got `til it`s GONEI know I got it, I don`t know what y`all onI`ma open up a store for aspiring MC`sWon`t sell `em no dream, but the inspiration is freeBut if they ever flip sides like AnakinYou`ll sell everything includin the mannequinThey got a new bitch now you Jennifer AnistonHold on I`ll handle it, don`t start panickin, stay calmShorty`s at the door cause they need moreInspiration for they life, they souls, and they songsThey said sorry Mr. West is gone!