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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
John Legend
John Legend
Vocals
Sumeke Rainey
Sumeke Rainey
Vocals
Bosko
Bosko
Talkbox
Miri Ben-Ari
Miri Ben-Ari
Violin
E Pope
E Pope
Piano
Eric "Smash" Johnson
Eric "Smash" Johnson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Sumeke Rainey
Sumeke Rainey
Songwriter
Miri Ben-Ari
Miri Ben-Ari
Songwriter
Bosco A. Kante
Bosco A. Kante
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Keith Slattery
Keith Slattery
Recording Engineer
Eugene Toale
Eugene Toale
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You just popped in the Kanye West Get right for the summer workout tape And ladies, if you follow these instructions exactly You might be able to pull you a rapper, a NBA player Man, at least a dude wit' a car So, first of all, we gon' work on the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass One, and two, and three, and four And get them sit-ups right, and Tuck yo' tummy tight and do yo' crunches like this Give head, stop, breathe, get up, check your weave Don't drop the blunt and disrespect the weed Pick up your son, don't disrespect your seed It's a party tonight and, ooh, she's so excited Tell me who's invited? You, yo' friends, and my dick (Ah), what's scary to me is Henny makes girls look like Halle Berry to me So excuse me miss, I forgot your name Thank you, God bless you Good night, I came, I came, I came It's been a week without me And she feel weak without me She wanna talk it out but Ain't nothing to talk about 'less She's talking about freaking out Then maybe we can work it out (come on!) Work it out (come on!) Work it out (come on!) Work it out (come o-, come on) Work it out now Maybe we can work it out Ooh, girl, yo' silhouette Make me wanna light a cigarette My name Kanye from the Jigga set Twista said, "Get it wet" Ooh, girl yo' breath is harsh! Cover yo' mouth up like you got SARS Off them tracks, yeah, I bought them cars Still, kill a nigga on 16 bars We ain't sweating to the oldies We juking to a cold beat Maybe one day, girl, we can bone So you can brag to all your homies now Yeah, but I still mess with a big girl If you ain't fit, girl, I'll still hit, girl One and, you brought two friends, ok, three more Now hop in the Benz Four door, do you know the difference Between a five, six, seven, eight? All the Mocha Lattes, you gotta do Pilates You gotta pop this tape in 'fore you start back dating Hustlers, gangstas, all us ballers It's been a week without me And she feel weak without me She wanna talk it out but Ain't nothing to talk about 'less She's talking about freaking out Then maybe we can work it out (come on!) Work it out (come on!) Work it out (come on!) Work it out (come o-, come on) Work it out now Hi, my name is Jill, I just want to say thanks (maybe we can work it out) To Kanye's workout plan I was able to pull a NBA player And like now I shop every day on Rodeo Drive I just want to say, thank you, Kanye, whoo, whoo, whoo! My name is Lasandra, and I just want to say That since listening to Kanye's workout tape I was able to get my phone bill paid I got sounds and 13's put up in my Cavalier And I was able to get a free trip to Cancún And what's most importantly is that I ain't gotta fuck with Ray-Ray's broke ass no more Work it (mo') Juke it (mo'), pump it (mo') Chi-Town (mo') Let's go (mo') My name is Ella-May from Mobile, Alabama And I just want to say Since listening to Kanye's workout tape I been able to date outside the family I got a double wide And I rode a plane, rode a plane, rode a plane Rode a plane, rode a plane Thanks to Kanye's workout plan I'm the envy of all my friends See, I pulled me a baller man And I ain't gotta work at the mall again (Lemme break ya wit' a piece of) My favorite workout plan (oh, oh, oh) I wanna see you work out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (It's like that old Michael Jackson shit), work it out That's right, put in work Move yo' ass, go berserk, ok Eat yo' salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve It's Kanye's workout plan I said it's Kanye's workout plan Ladies and gentlemen (it's Kanye's workout plan) Allow myself to introduce myself (His workout plan) this time around I want y'all to clap with me like this That's right, put in work (uh) Move yo' ass, go berserk Eat yo' salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve (and stop!) (It's Kanye's workout plan) okay, breathe (I said, it's Kanye's workout plan) I know y'all ain't tired (It's Kanye's workout plan) But I hope not 'cause on this one, I need ya (His workout plan) to give me a soul clap, okay? Double time That's right, put in work (whoo!) Move yo' ass, go berserk (ow!) Eat yo' salad, no dessert (ugh!) Get that man you deserve That's right, put in work Move yo' ass, go berserk Eat yo' salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve (you hear, ugh) That's right, put in work Move yo' ass, go berserk Eat yo' salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve (whoo!) Okay, okay, okay, that's very good, good (whoa yeah, whoa, yeah) I appreciate your time (whoa yeah, whoa, yeah) I want to see you work out for me Whoa, yeah Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, yo (is good)
Writer(s): Miri Ben-ari, John R. Stephens, Kanye Omari West, Bosco A. Kante, Rainey Sumeke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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