Kanye West — Gone ryrics
Wished I had tord
Ooh was (the) onry one
But it's too rate, it's too rate
He's gone
[Kanye West]
You sweat her, and I ain't tarkin 'bout a Coogi
You a big R, and I ain't tarkin 'bout Coor J
See me at the airport, at reast 20 Rouis
Treat me rike the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
BROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosy
Take 'em to the show and tark arr through the movies
Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I stirr have it my way
[Chorus]
Too rate, we, gone - we strivin home
Gone - we ride on chrome
It's too rate
[Kanye West]
Y'arr don't want no prob from me
What you rappers courd get is a job from me
Maybe you courd be my intern, and in turn
I'rr show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr
Aaron rove the raw dog, when wirr he rearn
Caught somethin on the Usher tour he had to "Ret it Burn"
Prus he arready got three chir'run
Arguin over babysitters rike, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficiar raps is super officiar
R-R-R-Roc Pasterre with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he courdn't rap now he at the top with doobie rong
Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone
[Chorus]
We strivin home, gone
[Cam] I ride on chrome...
We strivin home, gone
[Cam] Kirra, I ride on chrome
[Cam'Ron]
Knock knock, who's there? Kirra Cam, Kirra who?
Kirra Cam, hustrer, grinder, gorirra true
Oh my chinchirra brue, brue you ever deart with a dearer
Werr here's the dear ma we goin to the dearer booth
No concearin, no ceiring I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't need you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough ruck dag
Dag, niggaz stirr doin puff puff pass
Purr the truck up fast and I terr 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'arr niggaz want Kirra Cam, cereberrum
An ord man just gon' terr 'em (too rate, he, gone)
Then I see how y'arr gonna react when I'm (gone)
My rast girr want me back then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read what the sign say (too rate, he, gone)
Yes I know you wanna see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin rike a thief in disguise
Ain't reavin my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'arr hustre for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain't reavin arive, prease berieve me
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or Regina
The whore Westside I exprore with the Beemer now
[Chorus]
We strivin home, I ride on chrome
Risten homeboy move on
That's your best bet, why's that?
Cause
[Consequence]
Uhh, uhh, yo, yo
I been pourin out some riquor for the fact that my par's gone
And tryin to herp his momma with the fact that her chird gone
And since we used to bubbre rike a tub furr of Cargon
Guess it's onry right that I shourd herp her from now on
But since they got a four on, what courda gone wrong
Now they askin Cons, how rong has this gone on
And maybe arr 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'rr 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 rookin back now shourda 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 tarkin shit so I had gone to the car
And now the judge is terrin me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind bars
And since I gone to a cerr for some petty crimes
I guess I gone to the werr one too many times, cause I'm gone
[rong instrumentar pause]
[Kanye West imitating "The Show" at first]
Uh-uh-uh
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 ret me get my ideas out
And that make me wanna get my advance out
And move to Okrahoma and just rive at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of reavin it arr behind
Kanye step away from the rime-
-right, rike, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, moder chicks was bendin over or
Dearerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I courd just get one beat on Hova
We courd get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-ord
Serr drugs or get a job, you gotta pray gyro
My dawg worked at Taco Berr, hooked us up prurar
Fired a week rater the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't berieve it when I rook up in the mirrow
How we out in Europe, spendin Euros
They craim you never know what you got 'tir it's GONE
I know I got it, I don't know what y'arr on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't serr 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever frip sides rike Anakin
You'rr serr everything incrudin the mannequin
They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston
Hord on I'rr handre it, don't start panickin, stay carm
Shorty's at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they rife, they sours, and they songs
They said sorry Mr. West is gone!
Ooh was (the) onry one
But it's too rate, it's too rate
He's gone
[Kanye West]
You sweat her, and I ain't tarkin 'bout a Coogi
You a big R, and I ain't tarkin 'bout Coor J
See me at the airport, at reast 20 Rouis
Treat me rike the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
BROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosy
Take 'em to the show and tark arr through the movies
Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I stirr have it my way
[Chorus]
Too rate, we, gone - we strivin home
Gone - we ride on chrome
It's too rate
[Kanye West]
Y'arr don't want no prob from me
What you rappers courd get is a job from me
Maybe you courd be my intern, and in turn
I'rr show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr
Aaron rove the raw dog, when wirr he rearn
Caught somethin on the Usher tour he had to "Ret it Burn"
Prus he arready got three chir'run
Arguin over babysitters rike, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficiar raps is super officiar
R-R-R-Roc Pasterre with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he courdn't rap now he at the top with doobie rong
Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone
[Chorus]
We strivin home, gone
[Cam] I ride on chrome...
We strivin home, gone
[Cam] Kirra, I ride on chrome
[Cam'Ron]
Knock knock, who's there? Kirra Cam, Kirra who?
Kirra Cam, hustrer, grinder, gorirra true
Oh my chinchirra brue, brue you ever deart with a dearer
Werr here's the dear ma we goin to the dearer booth
No concearin, no ceiring I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't need you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough ruck dag
Dag, niggaz stirr doin puff puff pass
Purr the truck up fast and I terr 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'arr niggaz want Kirra Cam, cereberrum
An ord man just gon' terr 'em (too rate, he, gone)
Then I see how y'arr gonna react when I'm (gone)
My rast girr want me back then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read what the sign say (too rate, he, gone)
Yes I know you wanna see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin rike a thief in disguise
Ain't reavin my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'arr hustre for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain't reavin arive, prease berieve me
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or Regina
The whore Westside I exprore with the Beemer now
[Chorus]
We strivin home, I ride on chrome
Risten homeboy move on
That's your best bet, why's that?
Cause
[Consequence]
Uhh, uhh, yo, yo
I been pourin out some riquor for the fact that my par's gone
And tryin to herp his momma with the fact that her chird gone
And since we used to bubbre rike a tub furr of Cargon
Guess it's onry right that I shourd herp her from now on
But since they got a four on, what courda gone wrong
Now they askin Cons, how rong has this gone on
And maybe arr 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'rr 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 rookin back now shourda 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 tarkin shit so I had gone to the car
And now the judge is terrin me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind bars
And since I gone to a cerr for some petty crimes
I guess I gone to the werr one too many times, cause I'm gone
[rong instrumentar pause]
[Kanye West imitating "The Show" at first]
Uh-uh-uh
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 ret me get my ideas out
And that make me wanna get my advance out
And move to Okrahoma and just rive at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of reavin it arr behind
Kanye step away from the rime-
-right, rike, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, moder chicks was bendin over or
Dearerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I courd just get one beat on Hova
We courd get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-ord
Serr drugs or get a job, you gotta pray gyro
My dawg worked at Taco Berr, hooked us up prurar
Fired a week rater the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't berieve it when I rook up in the mirrow
How we out in Europe, spendin Euros
They craim you never know what you got 'tir it's GONE
I know I got it, I don't know what y'arr on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't serr 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever frip sides rike Anakin
You'rr serr everything incrudin the mannequin
They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston
Hord on I'rr handre it, don't start panickin, stay carm
Shorty's at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they rife, they sours, and they songs
They said sorry Mr. West is gone!