Kanye West2005年8月30日


Gone featuring Consequence & Cam'Ron - Kanye West

Wished I had told

Ooh was (the) only one

But it's too late it's too late

He's gone


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


Too late we gone - we strivin home

Gone - we ride on chrome

It's too late


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 "B**ch - it's yo' turn "

Damn 'Ye it'd be stupid to ditch you

Even your superficial raps is super official

R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on

With TV's in the ride throw a movie on

Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie long

Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on gone


We strivin home gone

I ride on chrome

We strivin home gone

Killa I ride on chrome


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 dealer booth

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 niggaz still doin puff puff pass

Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em

Hey back in a touched up Jag sh*t

Y'all niggaz 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 sh*t

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


We strivin home I ride on chrome

Listen homeboy move on

That's your best bet why's that



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 ni**a talkin sh*t 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 petty crimes

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



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-a** 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

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 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 b**ch 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