Gone

But it`s too late, it`s too late<br>He, gone<br><br>[Kanye West]<br>You sweat her, and I ain`t talkin `bout a Coogi<br>You a big L, and I ain`t talkin `bout Cool J<br>See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis<br>Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay<br>BROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosy<br>Take `em to the show and talk all through the movies<br>Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays<br>If we up in Friday`s, I still have it my way<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Too late, we, gone - we strivin home<br>Gone - we ride on chrome<br>It`s too late<br><br>[Kanye West]<br>Y`all don`t want no prob from me<br>What you rappers could get is a job from me<br>Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn<br>I`ll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr<br>Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn<br>Caught somethin on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn"<br>Plus he already got three chil`run<br>Arguin over babysitters like, "Bitch - it`s yo` turn!"<br>Damn `Ye, it`d be stupid to ditch you<br>Even your superficial raps is super official<br>R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on<br>With TV`s in the ride, throw a movie on<br>Said he couldn`t rap now he at the top with doobie long<br>Cause the dookie`s on any song that they threw me on, gone<br><br>[Chorus]<br>We strivin home, gone<br>[Cam] I ride on chrome...<br>We strivin home, gone<br>[Cam] Killa, I ride on chrome<br><br>[Cam`Ron]<br>Knock knock, who`s there? Killa Cam, Killa who?<br>Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true<br>Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer<br>Well here`s the deal ma we goin to the {?}<br>No concealin, no ceiling I don`t need a roof<br>Act up, get out, I don`t need you poof<br>Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag<br>Dag, niggaz still doin puff puff pass<br>Pull the truck up fast and I tell `em<br>Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit<br>Y`all niggaz want Killa Cam, cerebellum<br>An old man just gon` tell `em (too late, he, gone)<br>Then I see how y`all gonna react when I`m (gone)<br>My last girl want me back then I`m on<br>Fine stay, you got the grind hey<br>Came back, read what the sign say (too late, he, gone)<br>Yes I know you wanna see my demise<br>Yeah you church boy actin like a thief in disguise<br>Ain`t leavin my side, see the greed in my eyes<br>Ask Abby y`all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit<br>And that ain`t leavin alive, please believe me<br>Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and<br>You can ask George or Regina<br>The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now<br><br>[Chorus]<br>We strivin home, I ride on chrome<br>Listen homeboy move on<br>That`s your best bet, why`s that?<br>Cause<br><br>[Consequence]<br>Uhh, uhh, yo, yo<br>I been pourin out some liquor for the fact that my pal`s gone<br>And tryin to help his momma with the fact that her child gone<br>And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon<br>Guess it`s only right that I should help her from now on<br>But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong<br>Now they askin Cons, how long has this gone on<br>And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head<br>Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds<br>So I ain`t goin to the dread, but he`ll go on up to bed<br>And when I came the next mornin he was gone with my bread<br>And with that bein said, I had gone on my instincts<br>And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks<br>But lookin back now shoulda gone to the crib<br>And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I`da gone about 10<br>But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar<br>And heard a nigga talkin shit so I had gone to the car<br>And now the judge is tellin me that I had gone too far<br>And now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind bars<br>And since I gone to a cell for some cruddy crimes<br>I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I`m gone<br><br>[long instrumental pause]<br><br>[Kanye West imitating "The Show" at first]<br>Uh-uh-uh<br>Uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn<br>Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh I`mmmm<br>Ah-head of my time, sometimes years out<br>So the powers that be won`t let me get my ideas out<br>And that make me wanna get my advance out<br>And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt`s house<br>Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin it all behind<br>Kanye step away from the lime-<br>-light, like, when I was on the grind<br>In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"<br>Before, model chicks was bendin over or<br>Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man<br>If I could just get one beat on Hova<br>We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa<br>What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-old<br>Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro<br>My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural-fied<br>A week later the manager count the churros<br>Sometimes I can`t believe it when I look up in the mirrow<br>How we out in Europe, spendin Euros<br>They claim you never know what you got `til it`s GONE<br>I know I got it, I don`t know what y`all on<br>I`ma open up a store for aspiring MC`s<br>Won`t sell `em no dream, but the inspiration is free<br>But if they ever flip sides like Anakin<br>You`ll sell everything includin the mannequin<br>They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston<br>Hold on I`ll handle it, don`t start panickin, stay calm<br>Shorty`s at the door cause they need more<br>Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs<br>They said sorry Mr. West is gone!