Kanye West – Gone Lyrics
Featuring: Cam'ron & Consequence
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[Intro]
Wished I had told
Ooh was the only one (uh oh)
But it's too late, it's too late
She's gone
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
You a "sweater", 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 say I'm 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
[Hook]
Too late, we, gone - we strivin' home
Gone - I ride on chrome
It's too late
[Verse 2]
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 somethin on the Usher tour he had to 'Let it Burn'
Plus he already got three children
Arguin over babysitters like, 'Bitch - it's yo' turn!'
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to diss 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 he dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone
[Hook]
We strivin' home, gone
[Cam] I ride on chrome
We strivin' home, gone
[Cam] Killa, I ride on chrome
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true
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 doin puff puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Killa Cam's 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, acting like a thief in disguise
Ain't leaving my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby: y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
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 Beemer now
[Hook]
We striving home, I ride on chrome
Listen, homeboy: move on
That's your best bet, why's that?
[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 10
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 20 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]
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 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 18-year-old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role
My dawg 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 mirrow
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'mma 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 including the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panicking, 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!"
Wished I had told
Ooh was the only one (uh oh)
But it's too late, it's too late
She's gone
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
You a "sweater", 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 say I'm 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
[Hook]
Too late, we, gone - we strivin' home
Gone - I ride on chrome
It's too late
[Verse 2]
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 somethin on the Usher tour he had to 'Let it Burn'
Plus he already got three children
Arguin over babysitters like, 'Bitch - it's yo' turn!'
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to diss 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 he dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone
[Hook]
We strivin' home, gone
[Cam] I ride on chrome
We strivin' home, gone
[Cam] Killa, I ride on chrome
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true
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 doin puff puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Killa Cam's 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, acting like a thief in disguise
Ain't leaving my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby: y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
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 Beemer now
[Hook]
We striving home, I ride on chrome
Listen, homeboy: move on
That's your best bet, why's that?
[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 10
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 20 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]
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 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 18-year-old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role
My dawg 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 mirrow
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'mma 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 including the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panicking, 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!"
