Letras
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 gonna 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 your tummy tight and do your 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, your friends and my dick (ah)
What's scary to me
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
Unless she talkin' about freaking out
Then maybe we can work it out, work it out (c'mon, c'mon)
Work it out, work it out, work it out now (c'mon, c'mon)
Maybe we can work it out (c'mon, c'mon)
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 nigga on sixteen 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
Okay, 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