Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Vocals
John Legend
Vocals
Sumeke Rainey
Vocals
Miri Ben-Ari
Violin
Bosko
Talkbox
E Pope
Piano
Eric Johnson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
John Legend
Composer
Sumeke Rainey
Songwriter
Miri Ben-Ari
Songwriter
Bosko Kante
Composer
Ye
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Producer
Keith Slattery
Recording Engineer
Eugene Toale
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
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 with a car
So first of all, we gon' work on the stomach
Nobody wants a little tight ass
[Verse 1]
One and two and three and four
And get them sit-ups right
And tuck your tummy tight
And do your crunches like this
Give head, stop, breathe
Get up, check your weave
[Verse 2]
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 so excited
Tell me who's invited
You, your friends, and my dick
What's scary to me
Henny makes girls 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
[PreChorus]
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 talkin' 'bout freakin' out
Then maybe we can work it out
[Chorus]
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out now
Maybe we can work it out
[Verse 3]
Ooh, girl, your silhouette
Make me wanna light a cigarette
My name Kanye from the Jigga set
Twista said get it wet
Ooh girl, your breath is harsh
Cover your mouth up like you got SARS
Off them tracks, yeah, I bought them cars
Still kill a **** on sixteen bars
[Verse 4]
We ain't sweatin' to the oldies
We jukin' to a cold beat
Maybe one day, girl, we could 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, okay
Three more now, hop in the Benz, four door
Do you know the difference between
Five, six, seven, eight?
All the mocha lattes
You gotta do pilates
You gotta pop this tape in
Before you start back dating
Hustlers, gangstas
All us ballas
[PreChorus]
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 talkin' 'bout freakin' out
Then maybe we can work it out
[Chorus]
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out now
[Bridge]
Hi, my name is Jill, I just want to say
Maybe we can work it out
Thanks 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, woo
[Bridge]
My name is Lasandra and I just want to say
Since listenin' to Kanye's workout tape
I was able to get my phone bill paid
I got sounds and 13's put on my Cavalier
And I was able to get a free trip to Cancun
And what's most importantly is that I ain't gotta fuck with Ray Ray broke ass no mo'
[Bridge]
Work it mo'
Juke it mo'
Pump it mo'
Chi-Town mo'
Let's go mo'
[Bridge]
My name is Ella May from Mobile, Alabama
(And I just wanted to say since listenin' to Kanye's Workout Tape
I been able to date outside the family
I got a double wide and I rode the plane
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 5]
Let me break ya off with a piece of
Favorite workout plan
I wanna see you workout
Ooh, work it out
It's like that old Michael Jackson shit
[Chorus]
That's right
Put in work
Move yo' ass
Go berserk
Eat your salad, no dessert
Get that man you deserve
[Chorus]
It's Kanye's workout plan
Said, it's Kanye's workout plan
[Verse 6]
Ladies and gentleman
Allow myself to introduce myself
This time around
I want y'all to clap with me, like this
[Chorus]
That's right
Put in work
Move yo' ass
Go berserk
Eat your salad, no dessert
Get that man you deserve
[Chorus]
And stop
Okay, breathe
[Verse 7]
I know y'all ain't tired
But I hope not, 'cause on this one
I need y'all to give me a soul clap, okay?
Double time
[Chorus]
That's right
Put in work
Move your ass
Go berserk
Eat your salad, no dessert
Get that man you deserve
[Chorus]
That's right
Put in work
Move your ass
Go berserk
Eat your salad, no dessert
Get that man you deserve
[Chorus]
That's right
Put in work
Move your ass
Go berserk
Eat your salad, no dessert
Get that man you deserve
[Outro]
Okay, okay, okay
That's very good
I appreciate your time
I want to see you work out for me
Whoa, yeah
Written by: Bosco Kante, Bosko, John Legend, John Roger Stephens, Kanye West, Miri Ben-Ari, Sumeke Rainey