Kanye West - Gone (feat. Consequence & Camron) | Текст песни

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• Gone (feat. Consequence & Camron)

[Intro]
Wished I had told ooh was the only one
But it's too late, it's too late she's gone

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
You sweat her and I ain't talkin 'bout 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
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 striving 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 something 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 striving home, gone
[Cam] I ride on chrome
We striving 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
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
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 Abbyy, I Hustle, brought weed 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 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

[Verse 5: Kanye West]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn
Uh-u

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