The New Workout Songtext
von Ye
The New Workout Songtext
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)
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