Álbum Late Registration de Kanye West - Canciones

Late Registration

2005 |

Sello | Roc-A-Fella Records

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Tras el éxito monumental de su debut, Late Registration llegó en 2005 con el desafío de superar una obra maestra. Lejos de repetirse, Kanye West decidió expandir su paleta sonora, colaborando con el innovador compositor y productor Jon Brion para crear un álbum de hip-hop sinfónico, más rico, más ambicioso y con una producción cinematográfica.

Por esta razón, el sonido del disco es suntuoso y exuberante. West y Brion fusionan el característico "chipmunk soul" con arreglos orquestales de cuerda, secciones de viento y una instrumentación compleja que bebe del pop barroco y la música de cine. De esta manera, el álbum suena como una superproducción de Hollywood, elevando el hip-hop a un nuevo nivel de sofisticación.

Además, el álbum está repleto de éxitos y de colaboraciones estelares. "Gold Digger", junto a Jamie Foxx, se convirtió en un número uno mundial, mientras que "Diamonds from Sierra Leone" es una poderosa reflexión sobre los diamantes de sangre. Ciertamente, el disco demuestra la increíble evolución de West como productor y letrista.

En resumen, "Late Registration" es una secuela magnífica y una obra de arte por derecho propio. Es un álbum que no solo estuvo a la altura de su predecesor, sino que en muchos aspectos lo superó en ambición y escala. Por consiguiente, es la prueba de que el genio de Kanye West no era casualidad, sino el inicio de una de las carreras más fascinantes de la música.

Listado de canciones del álbum Late Registration

Wake Up Mr. West 0:41
Heard 'Em Say 3:23
Featuring: Adam LevineMúsicos invitados: Tony Williams (3) (Vocals [Additional])
Touch the SkyVer letra 3:57

[X]
letra de Touch the Sky
(feat. Lupe Fiasco)

[Chorus 1]

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly

For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly

For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink polo's would hurt the Roc,

Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed.

I felt like Bad Boy's street team, I couldn't work the Lox (locks).

Now let's go.

Take 'em back to the plan...

Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haul van.

Any pessimists I ain't talked to them,

Plus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment.

Let's take 'em back to the club.

Least about an hour I would stand on line,

I just wanted to dance.

I went to Jacob an hour after I got my advance.

I just wanted to shine.

Jay's favorite line: "Dog, in due time"

Now he look at me, like "Damn, dog, you where I am"

A hip hop legend.

I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven.

[Chorus]

[Hook 1 (P. Diddy)]

Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la

(Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world)

Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la

(Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world)

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock,

Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop,

I'd do anything to say "I got it".

Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket.

Before anybody wanted K-West beats,

Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC.

Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns,

Like "Damn, these niggas that much better than me?"

Baby, I'm going on an airplane,

And I don't know if I'll be back again.

Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets,

But when she came to kick it, things became different.

Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on.

I couldn't keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long.

I'm trying to write my wrongs,

But it's funny these same wrongs helped me write this song.

Now,

[Chorus 2]

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly

For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky

(You gonna touch the sky babygirl!) Testify, come up in the spot

Looking extra fly

For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?

Lupe still like Lupin the Third.

Hear life here till I'm beer on the curb

Peach fuzz buzz but bit on the verge

Hold it down like we're on the serve

Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth's.

But, before you say another word,

I'm back on the block like a man on the street.

I'm trying to stop lying like a Mum-Ra,

But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat.

Engarde, Touch© Lupe cool as the Unthar,

But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge.

I come as correct as a porn star,

In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car.

So, I represent the first.

Now, let me hear my verse right where the horns are like

[Chorus 2]

[Hook 2 (P. Diddy)]

(We back at home, baby)

Sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

Sky, Sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

Yeah! (Keep it rollin)

(Feels good to be home, baby! Feels good to be home!)
Featuring: Lupe Fiasco
Gold DiggerVer letra 3:28

[X]
letra de Gold Digger
[Jamie Foxx]

She take my money well I'm in need

Yea she's a trifflin friend indeed

Oh she's a gold digga way over town

That digs on me

[Chorus:]

(She give me money)

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)

But she aint messin wit no broke niggas

(She give me money)

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)

but she aint messin wit no broke niggas

get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)

get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)

get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)

get down girl go head(yeah!! she kill me man)

[Verse 1:]

Cutie the bomb

Met her at a beauty salon

With a baby louis vuitton

Under her underarm

She said I can tell you rock

I can tell by ya charm

Far as girls you got a flock

I can tell by ya charm and ya arm

but I'm lookin for the one

have you seen her

My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena

Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids

An I gotta take all they bad assess to show-biz

Ok get ya kids but then they got their friends

I Pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in

We all went to din and then I had to pay

If you f**kin with this girl then you betta be paid

You know why

It take too much to touch her

From what I heard she got a baby by Busta

My best friend say she use to f**k wit Usher

I dont care what none of ya'll say I still love her

[Chorus:]

(She give me money)

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)

But she aint messin wit no broke niggas

(She give me money)

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)

but she aint messin wit no broke niggas

get down girl go head get down (on your knees)

get down girl go head get down (on your knees)

get down girl go head get down (on your knees)

get down girl go head

[Verse 2:]

18 years, 18 years

She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years

I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids

His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his

You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday

Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai

She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money

She went to the doctor got lipo with ya money

She walkin around lookin like Michael with ya money

Should of got that insured, GEICO for ya moneeey

If you aint no punk holla We Want Prenup

WE WANT PRENUP!, Yeaah

It's something that you need to have

Cause when she leave yo ass she gone leave with half

18 years, 18 years

And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his

[Chorus:]

(She give me money)

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)

But she aint messin wit no broke nigga

(She give me money)

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)

but she aint messin wit no broke nigga

get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)

get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)

get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)

get down girl go head

[Verse 3:]

Now I aint sayin you a gold digger you got needs

You dont want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed

You go out to eat and he cant pay y'all can't leave

There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves

But while y'all washin watch him

He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun

He got that ambition baby, look in his eyes

This week he moppin floors next week it's the fries

So, stick by his side

I know his dude's ballin but yea thats nice

And they gone keep callin and tryin

But you stay right girl

But when you get on he leave yo ass for a white girl

Get down girl go head get down

Get down girl go head get down

get down girl go head get down

get down girl go head

(lemme hear that back)
Featuring: Jamie FoxxMúsicos invitados: A-Trak (Scratches)
Drive SlowVer letra 4:32

[X]
letra de Drive Slow
(feat. Paul Wall, GLC)

[Chorus:]

Drive slow homey

Drive slow homey

Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey

Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey

[Kanye:]

My homey Mali used to stay one 79th and May

One of my best friends from back in the day

Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones

He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone

Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off

Walk around the mall with his radio face off

Plus he had the spinner from his Dayton's in his hand

Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man

Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's

Drove by the teachers even more by police's

How he get that cash today his father passed away

Left him with a little somthin 16 he was stuntin

Al B Sure nigga with the hair all wavy

Hit lakeshore girls go all crazy

Hit the freeway go at least bout 80

Boned so much that summer even had him a baby

See back back then then if you had a car

You were the Chi town version of Baby

And I was just a virgin a baby

One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy

I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked

Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked

We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall

They had the Lincoln's and Aurora's we were hurting them all

With the girls a lot of flirting involved

But dawg fuck all that flirting I'm trying to get in some draws

So put me on with these hoes homey's

He said don't rush to get grown drive slow homey

Drive slow homie

Drive slow...

Ya never know homey about these hoes homey

Ya need to pump your breaks and drive slow homey

[Paul Wall:]

What It do

I'm posted up in the parking lot my trunk wavin'

The candy gloss is immaculate and is simply amazing

Them elbows poking wide on that Candy-lac

Trunk open, screen's on, neon's lit with fifth relax

I'm on a mission for dime piece's and sexy ladies

Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes

It's a star-studded event when I valet park

Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark

You see them 4's crawlin, you see them screens fallin

The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin

I'm leanin on a switch sittin crooked in my slab

But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab

A young Houston hard hitter all about the scrilla

Riding some candy coated crawlin like a caterpillar

I'm tippin on those 4's I'm jamming off this screw

I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do?

[Chorus:]

Drive slow homey

Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes

Drive slow homey

If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go

Drive slow homey

Live today cuz tomorrow man you never know

Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey

Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey

[Kanye:]

My cars like the movies my cars like the crib

I got more TV's in here then where I live

[GLC:]

And it don't make no sense but baby I'm the shit

And everything I flip you know is something serious

I got the custom grill I got the Brabus rims

I got the baller genetics baby that's evident

You see a player flicking and you ain't convinced

That you should go and kiss it just a little bit

I wear my custom kicks I got my Jesus chain

My canaries is gleaming though my angle wings

They see me hoes acting like they seen a king

With that mean lean smoking on the finest Cali green

My wood grain oak I'm riding on vogues

My cylinder quiet like tip toes

I sold O's and this I know

When you see them hoes little homey drive slow

Chopped and Screwed

Yeah..

Drive slow homey

Drive slow homey

Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey

Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey

Drive slow homey
Featuring: GLC, Paul WallMúsicos invitados: Tony Williams (3) (Vocals [Additional])
My Way HomeVer letra 1:43

[X]
letra de My Way Home
(feat. Common)

*samples are from "Home is Where the Hatred Is"

by Gil Scott-Heron

[Common]

Yeah

{* "I'm on my way home" - sample repeats throughout}

They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is

I stroll where souls get lose like Vegas

Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses

Pray to God that my arms reach the masses

The young smoke grass in grassless jungles

Rubber band together in cashless bundles

We wear strugglin chains, divided only hustle remains

Makin sense of it we hustle for change

Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin

Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson

Heights fightin for hits to heighten they hell

Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell

Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail

Children are unhailed

I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale - Horse"

got me trapped like R. Kel', I bail and it

{* "Might not be such a bad idea if I never...

never went home again"}

{* "I'm on my way home"} {"I left three days ago,

but no one seems to know I'm gone"}

{* "Home is where the hatred is; home is filled

with pain and it"}

{* "Might not be such a bad idea if I never...

never went home again"}
Featuring: Common
Crack MusicVer letra 4:31

[X]
letra de Crack Music
(feat. The Game)

[Hook]

[Kanye]

That's that crack music nigga

That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

[The Game]

That's that crack music nigga

That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

[Verse 1]

[Kanye]

How we stop the black panthers?

Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer

You hear that?

What Gil Scott was hearin

When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin.

Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland

We invested in that it's like we got Merril-Lynch

And we been hangin from the same tree ever since

Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine

So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it,sell it

The fiends cop it

Nowadays they cant tell if that's that good shit

We ain't sure man

Put the CD on your toungue yeah, thats pure man.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

From the place where the fathers gone,

The mothers is hardly home

And the...

Gonna lock us up in a...home

How the Mexicans say we just tryin to party homes

They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam

Who gave Saddam anthrax?

George Bush got the answers

Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical,

Am and Hammer baking soda

Raised they own quota

Writin when our soldiers ran for the stove cuz--

Cuz dreams of being 'Hova went from bein a brokeman

ta bein a dopeman

Ta bein a president look theres hope man

This that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man,

Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin.

And this is the soundtrack,

This tha type of music you make when you round that--

Crack music nigga,

That real black music nigga.

[The Game]

That's that crack music nigga

That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

[Kanye]

God-how could you let this happen, happen, happen,

happen, happen, happen?

La-la-la [etc.]

[Kanye]

That's that crack music, crack music

That real black music, black music

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

[The Game]

That's that crack music nigga

That real black music nigga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

[Kanye]

That's that crack music, crack music,

that real black music, black music

Our father, give us this day our daily bread ...

give us these days and take our daily bread,

See I done did all this ole bullshit

And to attone I throw a little somethin,

somethin on the pulpit.

We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit

And what we gave back was crack music

And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies

So our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies

And we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy

Now the former slaves trade hooks for grammies

This dark diction has become America's addiction

those who ain't even black use it
Featuring: The Game (2)Músicos invitados: Keenan Holloway (Bass), Ervin Pope (Keyboards), Charlie Wilson (Vocals), Keyshia Cole (Vocals), Tony Williams (3) (Vocals)
RosesVer letra 4:05

[X]
letra de Roses
[Verse 1]

[Kanye West]

I know it's past visiting hours

But can I please give her these flowers

The doctor dont wanna take procedures

He claim my heart can't take the anastesia

It'll send her body into a seizure

The little thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beeping,

Hey chick, im at a lost for words

What do you say at this time?

Remember when I was nine?

Tell her everything gone be fine?

But i'd be lying, the family crying

They want her to live, and she trying

I'm argueing like what kind of doctor can we fly in

You know the best medicine go to people thats paid,

If Magic Johnson got a cure for A.I.D.'s

And all the broke muthafuckers past away

You tellin me if my grandma was in the N.B.A.

Right now she'd be ok?

But since she was just a secretary

Working for the church

For thirty five years

Things sposed to stop right here

My grandfather tryin to pull it together, he strong,

Thats where I get my confidence from

I asked the nurse "did you do the research?"

She ask me, "can you sign some t-shirts?"

Bitch is you smokin reefer?

You dont see that we hurt

But still...

[Chorus]

...I smile

The roses come to see me

And I can't wait for a sunny day

(Im seeing it through your eyes)

Can't wait for the clouds to break

[Verse 2]

[Kanye West]

They outside of the emergancy room, room

You can feel my heart beat, beat, beat

If she gone pull through

We gone find out soon

But right now she sleep, sleep, sleep

My mama say, they say she could pass away any day

Hey chick what these doctors know anyway

Let me see the X-rays

I ain't no expert, I'm just hurt

Cousin Kim took off for work

Plus my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Claire

and Aunt Jean

So many Aunties, we could have an Auntie team

Feel like Amerie "Its this one thing"

When they said that she made it

You see the eyes gleam

I think we at an all time high

To get there we run, we fly, we drive

Coz with my family we know where home is

So instead of sending flowers

We the roses...

[Chorus]

I smile

The roses come to see me

And I can't wait for a sunny day

(Im seeing it through your eyes)

Can't wait for the clouds to break

Who brings the sunshine?

Ohhhhh I smile

The roses come to see me

And I can't wait for a sunny day

(Im seeing it through your eyes)

Can't wait for the clouds to breaK
Músicos invitados: Tony Williams (3) (Vocals)
Bring Me Down 3:18
Featuring: Brandy (2)
AddictionVer letra 4:27

[X]
letra de Addiction
Kanye West, [Etta James], {backing vocals}, (Keyshia Cole)

[You make me smile, with my heart, ooh]

Why everything that's s'posed to bad, make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to, is exactly what I would.
Man I tried to stop, man I tried the best I could, but

[You make me smile]

What's your addiction, is it money, is it girls, is it weed?
I've been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three.
She's got the same thing, about me, but more, about us.
She's coming over, so I guess, that means, I'm her drug. [You make me smile]
Just let me peek now, I mean damn, I'm so, curious.
She's got a lover, so the lies, and the lust, is a rush.
Time's of the essence, I need you, to be spon-taneous.

Roll up the doja, henny and c-c-c-cola. [You make me smile]
And I'm co-co-ming over, 'cause it's ne-never over. [ooh]

Why everything that's s'posed to bad, make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to, is exactly what I would.
Man I tried to stop, man I tried the best I could, but

[You make me smile]

I see the emotion, in your eyes, that you try, not to show.
We get the closest, when you high, or you drunk, or you blow.
So I pour the potion, so we could both, get high, as we could go.
Then I'll get the lotion, and do something to me, when your thighs, is exposed. [You make me smile]
There's no turning back now, I mean, I don't mean, to impose.
Not now, but right now, I need you, to undress, and then pose.
I'm into that now, catch a vibe, when the doors, get closed.

Roll up the doja, henny and c-c-c-cola. [You make me smile, with my heart, ooh]
And I'm keep' co-co-ming over, 'cause it's ne-never over.

Why everything that's supposed to bad, make me feel so good? {na-na-na-na-na}
Everything they told me not to, is exactly what I would. {na-na-na-na-na}
Man I tried to stop, man I tried the best I could, but {na-na-na-na-na}

[You make me smile]

{na-na-na-na-na}
{na-na-na-na-na}
{na-na-na-na-na}

[You make me smile]

{pa-da-pa-pa-da}
{pa-da-pa-pa-da}
{pa-da-pa-pa}

[You make me smile, with my heart, ooh]

(Why everything that's s'posed to bad, make me feel so good?) {pa-da-pa-pa-da}
(Everything they told me not to, is exactly what I would.) {pa-da-pa-pa-da}
(Man I tried to stop, man I tried the best I could, but) {pa-da-pa-pa}

[You make me smile, with my heart, ooh]

I just wanted to ask you, just wanna to uhm.
Let me, how would I put this uhm?
Let's say, all your friends, remember the one-one?
You said, if you ever, she would be the one.
Okay, okay, okay [You make me smile, with my heart, ooh]
Well, I was thinking, hypothetically, I mean, don't take this seriously.
Don't take me, I mean just, uh not credibly, I'm feeling incredibly.
I mean, let's say that we, uh just let it be, I mean, you, her and me.
I mean, you, her and me, maybe, baby. [You make me smile, with my heart, ooh]
Baby, baby, baby
You know, I was just kidding, unless you gonne do it.

[You make me smile]
Diamonds from Sierra Leone [Remix] 3:53
We MajorVer letra 7:28

[X]
letra de We Major
(feat. Nas, Really Doe)

[Chorus]

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up

and watch how we roll up and

I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts

I take a sip of that yak, I wanna fuck

I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck

But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing

Towel under the door smoke until the days end

Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up rotation

Hpnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser

Turn nothin to something now pimpin' that's a savior

Best things are green now pimp and get your paper

High off the ground instead of skyscraper

Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we major

We major (come on, homie, we major) [repeat]

Feeling better than some head on a sunday afternoon

Better than a chick that say yes to soon

Until you have a daughter, that's what I call karma

And you pray to god she don't grow breasts too soon.

Projects to' up, gang signs is thrown up

Niggas hats broke off that's how we grow up

Why else you think shorty's write rhymes just to blow up?

Get they first car and then IRS show up

He ain't never had shit but he had that nine

Nigga come through flickin' and he had that shine

Put two and two together in a little bad weather

Gon' be a whole family on that funeral line

Ask the reverand was the strip club cool if my tips

help send a pretty girl through school

That's all I want like wino's want they good whisky

I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me

[chorus]

[Nas:]

I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write

First line, should it be about the hos or the ice?

Four-four's or black christ? Both flows would be nice

Rap about big paper or the black man's plight

At the studio consol asked my man to the right

What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?

He said, Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic

Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel

Been like 12 years since a nigga first signed

Now I'm a free agent

And I'm thinking it's time

To build my very own Motown

Cuz rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s

And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life

And I love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic

So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt

I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got killed

I survived the livest niggas around

Lasting longer than more than half of you clowns

Look, I used to cook before I had the game took

Either way my change came like Sam Cooke.

Feeling better than I ever felt before today

Like better late than never is orientation

Still we can make it better throwing all your cares away

[chorus]
Featuring: Nas, Really DoeMúsicos invitados: Tony Williams (3) (Vocals)
Hey MamaVer letra 5:05

[X]
letra de Hey Mama
[chorus]
(hey mama), i wanna scream so loud for you, cuz i’m so proud of you
let me tell you what i’m about to do, (hey mama)
i know i act a fool but, i promise you i’m goin back to school
i appreciate what you allowed for me
i just want you to be proud of me (hey mama)
[verse 1]
i wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
this little light of mine and i’m finna let it shine
i’m finna take yall back to them better times
i’m finna talk about my mama if yall don’t mind
i was three years old, when you and i moved to the chi
late december, harsh winter gave me a cold
you fixed me up something that was good for my soul
famous homemade chicken soup, can i have another bowl?
you work late nights just to keep on the lights
mommy got me training wheels so i could keep on my bike
and you would give anything in this world
michael jackson leather and a glove, but didn’t give me a curl
and you never put no man over me
and i love you for that mommy cant you see?
seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then i started to cry
as we knelt on the kitchen floor
i said mommy imma love you till you don’t hurt no more
and when i’m older, you aint gotta work no more
and imma get you that mansion that we couldn’t afford
see you’re, unbreakable, unmistakable
highly capable, lady that’s makin loot
a livin legend too, just look at what heaven do
send us an angel, and i thank you (hey mama)
[chorus]
[verse 2]
forrest gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates
my mama told me go to school, get your doctorate
somethin to fall back on, you could profit with
but still supported me when i did the opposite
now i feel like it’s things i gotta get
things i gotta do, just to prove to you
you was getting through, can the choir please
give me a verse of “you, are so beautiful to me”
can’t you see, you’re like a book of poetry
maya angelou, nicky giovanni, turn one page and there’s my mommy
come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet
now when i say hey, yall say mama, now everybody answer me (hey mama)
[chorus]
[bridge]
i guess it also depends tho, if my ends low
second they get up you gon get that benzo
tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (hey mama)
[verse 3]
tell your job you gotta fake em out
since you brought me in this world, let me take you out
to a restaurant, upper echelon
imma get you a jag, whatever else you want
just tell me what kind of s-type donda west like?
tell me the perfect color so i make it just right
it don’t gotta be mother’s day, or your birthday
for me to just call and say (hey mama)
Músicos invitados: John Legend (Vocals [Additional])
CelebrationVer letra 3:18

[X]
letra de Celebration
Yeah, you know what this is

It's a celebration, bitches!

Grab a drink, grab a glass

After that I grab yo ass

Why you actin' all

Shy and all

Why is y'all

Lyin' for?

"I never did this before..."

Stop that

What, you want some petron?

I got that.

I mean I promise y'all

You fine and all

And your girlfriend, she kinda raw

But she not like you

No, she not like you

Right now I need you to mute all the monologue

All that talkin is gon' give me a tylenol

You put a nigga to sleep, I'm tired of ya'll

Right now the Louis Vuitton don is signing off

But, I just thought you should know

We hit the liquor store

Got some Cris and some Mo

And we about to let it floooooow

Had some problems before but see we let em go

Got an ounce of that dro

And we about to let it bloooooow

Yeah, you know what this is

It's a celebration, bitches!

Grab a drink, grab a glass

After that, I grab yo ass

See you know my style

I'm very wild

And I vow that my child will be well endowed

Like his daddy

And tell him that your mama had a fattie

He looked up at me said, "daddy that's the

reason why you had me?"

Yep, we was praticing

Til one day your ass bust through the packaging

You know what though? You my favorite accident

So go head pop some Cristal

For my newborn child cuz now y'all

Know what this is

It's a celebration, bitches!

Grab a drink, grab a glass

After that I grab yo ass

But, I just thought you should know

We hit the liquor store

Got some cris and some mo

And we about to let it floooooow

Had some problems before but see we let em go

Got an ounce of that dro

And we about to let it bloooooow

Ho! Ho! (We lookin' for some) Ho! Ho!
Músicos invitados: John Legend (Vocals [Additional])
GoneVer letra 6:02

[X]
letra de Gone
(feat. Consequence, Cam'Ron)

But it's too late, it's too late

He, gone

[Kanye West]

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

[Chorus]

Too late, we, gone - we strivin home

Gone - we ride on chrome

It's too late

[Kanye West]

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 win-turr

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

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 with doobie long

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] Killa, I ride on chrome

[Cam'Ron]

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 {?}

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, niggaz still doin puff puff pass

Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em

Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit

Y'all niggaz want Killa Cam, cerebellum

An old man just gon' 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 wanna 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

[Chorus]

We strivin home, I ride on chrome

Listen homeboy move on

That's your best bet, why's that?

Cause

[Consequence]

Uhh, uhh, yo, yo

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 cruddy crimes

I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone

[long instrumental 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 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 leavin it all behind

Kanye step away from the lime-

-light, 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 dawg 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 mirrow

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!
Featuring: Cam'ron, Consequence (2)
Diamonds from Sierra Leone 3:58
Músicos invitados: Michel Gondry (Drums [Live]), Dave Tozer (Guitar), Tom Craskey (Keyboards)
LateVer letra 3:50

[X]
letra de Late
[Chorus: Kanye West]

I'll be late for that, baby I'll wait for that

If you had a taste of that, you'd probably pay for that

I'm comin in when I feel like

To turn this muh'fucker up only if it feels right

I'll be late for that, I can't wait for that

I think I was made for that

So I'm comin in when I feel like

To turn this muh'fucker up only if it feels right

[Kanye West]

Stop all your blood claat cryin, I was flyin

Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign in

Yeah I hear the alarm, yeah I hear you mom

Yeah yeah I don't wan' be broke when I'm 31

They said the best classes go to the fastest

Sorry Mr. West there's no good classes, and that's what yo' ass get

Not even electives? Not even prerequits?

You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?

Now I'm in the shop class or the basket weavin

With all the rest of the muh'fuckers underachievin

Man, this is a insult

I went to junior high with all of them and they been slow

If I can catch the beat then slow down the tempo

Just notice at the end if I'm too late for the intro

Will I make it from the student loans to a Benz-o?

Like old folks pissin, I guess it all (Depends), oh, oh

... Stop you're cryin baby

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]

You know when you be late you miss all the lights

That's right (that's right) that's right (that's right)

And when you get back she gon' start up a fight

That night (that night) that night

Baby it's too late for that, lately I've been takin it slow

Try and make it to the party 'fore the guest list close

With the freshest hoes, the professors know

We about to get real unprofessional

Like them eskimos, what would you do for a Klondike?

Or two dykes that look Christina Milian like

Hmmm, I'll be on time for that

I ain't thought of no line that could rhyme with that

Yo, I'll be there in five minutes, five hours later

I'll be there in five minutes, go 'head ride with it

I'm so live with it, look how I did it

Been bullshittin but I finally arrived with it

I know it's late and I took all year but

You can stop complainin cause I'm finally here, yeah

"I'll be late for that" - [repeat 4X]