Kanye West, Consequence, Cam’ron - Gone lyrics

Wished I had told ooh was
(the) only one (uh oh) 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 twenty 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
Say she want diamonds
I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Fridays, I still have it my way
Gone!

Gone we striving home
Gone i ride on chrome



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 something on the Usher tour
He had to let it burn
Plus, he already got three chil'r'n
Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch
It's your turn"
"Damn, Ye, it'd be stupid to diss you
Even your superficial raps is super-official"
R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on
With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he couldn't rap
Now he at the top with Doobie Long
'Cause I dookied on any song
That they threw me on, gone

We striving home, gone
I ride on chrome, gone we striving home
We striving home, gone (Killa)
I ride on chrome

Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam
Killa who?
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla troop
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 doing puff-puff pass
(Puff, pass)
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched-up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum
An old man just gon' tell 'em too late
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's gone)
Yes, I know you wanna see my demise
Yeah, you church, boy
Acting like a thief in disguise
Ain't even my size, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi
Chyeah
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 Bimmer now

We striving home i ride on chrome
Listen, homeboy, move on
That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?

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 ten
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 twenty
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

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh onnn, uh uh uh onnn
Uh uh onnn, uh uh uh

I'm ahead 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
Leaving it all behind
Kanye step away from the lime
Light like when I was on the grind
In the 1-9-9-9
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 eighteen-year-old?
Sell drugs or get a job
You gotta play your role
My dog 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 mirro'
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'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs
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 panickin', 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"