Late Registration de Kanye West

Listado de Canciones

1. Wake Up Mr. West0:41
2. Heard 'Em Say3:23
3. Touch the Sky3:57

   Letra

   (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!)
4. Gold Digger3:28

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   [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)
5. Drive Slow4:32

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   (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
6. My Way Home1:43

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   (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"}
7. Crack Music4:31

   Letra

   (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
8. Roses4:05

   Letra

   [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
9. Bring Me Down3:18
10. Addiction4:27

    Letra

    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]
11. Diamonds from Sierra Leone [Remix]3:53
12. We Major7:28

    Letra

    (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]
13. Hey Mama5:05

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    [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)
14. Celebration3:18

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    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!
15. Gone6:02

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    (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!
16. Diamonds from Sierra Leone3:58
17. Late3:50

    Letra

    [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]