Gone Lyrics - Late Registration - Kanye West

But it's too late, it's too late 

He 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 

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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 somethin' on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn" 

Plus he already got three chil'run 

Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!" 

Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you 

Even your superficial raps is super official 

Are-are-are-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 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 

Photos 

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 

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, 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, cerebellum 

An old man just goin' 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 want to 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, shit 

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 

Cause 

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 nigga talkin shit 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 

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 want to 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 limelight, 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-ass 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 dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural-fied 

A week later the manager count the churros 

Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror 

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 bitch 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