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Too Late
1,127
Hip-Hop/Rap
Too Late was released on September 29, 1998 by Arista as a part of the album Foundation
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Release DateSeptember 29, 1998
LabelArista
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brand Nubian
Brand Nubian
Programming
Chris "Suga" Liggio
Chris "Suga" Liggio
Programming
Alamo
Alamo
Programming
Shelene
Shelene
Vocals
Diamond D
Diamond D
Programming
Grand Puba
Grand Puba
Programming
Buck Wild
Buck Wild
Programming
O. Gee
O. Gee
Programming
Lord Finesse
Lord Finesse
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Brown
Charles Brown
Songwriter
John Phillips
John Phillips
Songwriter
Willie Dixon
Willie Dixon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brand Nubian
Brand Nubian
Mixing Engineer
Chris "Suga" Liggio
Chris "Suga" Liggio
Producer
Alamo
Alamo
Co-Producer
Drew Dixon
Drew Dixon
Executive Producer
Jeff Dixon
Jeff Dixon
Executive Producer
Jim Albert
Jim Albert
Recording Engineer
Brian Garten
Brian Garten
Recording Engineer
Dave Hyman
Dave Hyman
Recording Engineer
Tom Leinbach
Tom Leinbach
Recording Engineer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Recording Engineer
Kirk Yano
Kirk Yano
Recording Engineer
Andrew Blakelock
Andrew Blakelock
Mixing Engineer
Diamond D
Diamond D
Mixing Engineer
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Mixing Engineer
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Mixing Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Matt Stein
Matt Stein
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Viala
Patrick Viala
Mixing Engineer
Fred Hedemark
Fred Hedemark
Assistant Engineer
Bill Importico
Bill Importico
Assistant Engineer
Jason Stasium
Jason Stasium
Assistant Engineer
Dexter Thibou
Dexter Thibou
Assistant Engineer
Grand Puba
Grand Puba
Assistant Engineer
Artese Williams
Artese Williams
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Shelene
Too late, too late baby, bye-bye
I'll be there tonight
You'll get left behind
Now's my time to shine
Verse One: Grand Puba
Now I got the best birthday present when my ass born
It was my mama, old dad plant the seed like a farmer
Life was kind of hard livin in hell's backyard
Didin't have a job, honey fronted on the GOD
Shorty racing, only hollering at cats who be lacin
She had some shit with her, she was caught up in the glitter
"Brother come see me when you get five digits bigger"
Oh that's the way you tryin to doo-doo on a ****
She likes the lavish, no time for a brother livin average
Play the knees for the cheese like a savage
Now she lost and turned out, rotten teeth in her mouth
Cos she ran the wrong route
Shorty 'member me, now I'm seven digits bigger
Platinum artist status, mad cheese from Hilfiger
Now ya feelin me because you're smoked out and high
But too late baby, bye-bye
Chorus
Verse Two: Lord Jamar
I wish you could have been there when I had my first fight
The other kid said he was gonna get his father
I didn't bother to respond cos I knew that you was gone
Forced to carry on and teach myself right from wrong
As far back as I can remember you was never around
In September it was back to school
The eldest member of my family so I packed the tool
It made a **** feel manly when I smacked a fool
With it, could've schooled me on pussy before I hit it
Or took me to a park with a ball and said "Hit it"
But we was all left in the dark, accepting the parts
Of you we was able to get, affectin my heart
Nowadays you expecting to start, anew
When I lived my whole life apart from you
Too late you better check the due date
See there's no explanation for the expiration
Chorus
Bridge: Sherene
It's too late, bye-bye
Oh bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeee, yeah
It's too late, bye-bye, oh babe
Bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeee-bye-bye
Bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeeee
Verse Three: Sadat X
**** disrespect my crib droppin ashes on the floor
Another half of beer I'm findin behind the chair
Let you meal like you wish but you can't even wash a dish
But you love to eat and rest them stink ass feet
And blow up my telephone line like you was home
Seen a **** make five quick calls to the dome
Ride around all day, 'Dro-ed or hash
I ain't never heard once "Can I help you with gas?"
I ain't never heard "X, can I buy you a meal?"
But if we going downtown **** is ready to wheel
Now if you broke you broke, you got five dollars, give me one
Cos most likely I'll give it back before the day is done
If I'm spendin and bending, you should do it pendin
That day when you break out and finally get your cake
But I don't let that stress me cos life is but a test, B
And every waken day, I'ma stay okay
Chorus to fade
Written by: Charles Brown, Willie Dixon
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