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