But too late, it's too late He
You her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least 20 me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay Brother Numpsay! sound too choosy Take 'em to the show and all through the movies Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby If we up in Friday's, I have it my way
Too late, we gone, we home Gone, we ride on too late
Y'all don't want no prob me What you could get is a job from me you could be my intern, and in turn I'll show you how I up summer, in the winter love the raw dog, when will he learn Caught somethin' on the Usher he had to "Let it Burn" Plus he already got chil'run over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!" Damn 'Ye, be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super Are-are-are-Roc with Gucci on With TV's in the ride, a movie on he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie long Cause the dookie's on any that they threw me on, gone
We home, gone I on chrome We strivin' home, Killa, I ride on
Knock knock, who's Cam, Killa who Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla Oh my blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer Well here's the deal ma we to the dealer No concealin', no I don't need a roof Act up, get out, I need you poof Poof, be gone, tough luck dag Dag, niggas doin' puff puff pass Pull the up fast and I tell 'em Hey, in a touched up Jag, shit Y'all niggas want Cam, cerebellum An old man just goin' 'em (Too late, he, gone) Then I see how gonna react when I'm (Gone) My last girl want me then I'm on Fine stay, you got the hey back, read what the sign say (Too late, he, gone) Yes I know you want to see my Yeah you church boy actin' a thief in disguise leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes Ask Abby y'all for a week to the Chi, shit And that leavin' alive, please believe me Weezy a piece of the pie, and You can ask George or The whole Westside I explore with the now
We strivin' home, I on chrome Listen move on That's your best bet, that
I been pourin' out liquor for the fact that my pal's gone And tryin' to his momma with the fact that her child gone And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Guess only right that I should help her from now on But since they got a foul on, what coulda' wrong Now they askin' Cons, how long has gone on And maybe all this mighta' gone to my head Cause they got me money mighta' gone to the feds So I ain't goin' to the dread, but go on up to bed And when I came the next mornin' he was gone my bread And with bein' said, I had gone on my instincts And to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks But lookin' back now gone to the crib And "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10 But I had gone with my friend, and we had to the bar And heard a talkin shit so I had gone to the car And now the judge is tellin' me I had gone too far And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind And since I gone to a cell for some crimes I I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone
I'm Ahead of my time, sometimes out So the powers that be won't let me get my out And that make me want to get my out And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all step away from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine" Before, model chicks was bendin' or asked me Benz or Rover, man If I just get one beat on Hova We get up off this cheap-ass sofa What the summer of the Chi got to an 18 year old Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up A week later the manager count the Sometimes I can't believe it when I up in the mirror How we out in Europe, Euros They claim you know what you got 'til it's gone I know I got it, I don't what y'all on I'ma open up a store for aspiring Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is But if they ever flip sides like sell everything includin' the mannequin They got a new bitch now you Aniston Hold on I'll handle it, start panickin', stay calm Shorty's at the door they need more for they life, they souls, and they songs They said sorry Mr. West is