"Kanye West"
"Kanye West"
Workout Plan
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Kanye West
жанры: hip-hop
альбомы: Late Orchestration: Parental Advisory, Late Registration, The College Dropout
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[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 bear 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! [Verse 1:] 1, and 2, and 3, and 4, 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 and, 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. 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... [Chorus:] It's been a week without me, And she feels weak without me, She wanna talk it out but Ain't nothing to talk about, ‘Less she talks about freakin' out so Maybe we can work it out. Work it out. [x4] Maybe we could work it out. [Verse 2:] Oh, 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 killa a nigga on sixteen bars. We ain't sweatin' to the oldies, we jukin' to a cold beat, Maybe one day, girl, we can bone, So you can brag to all your homies now, But I still mess with a big girl If you ain't fit, girl, I'll hit, girl, 1 and you brought 2 friends, OK, 3 more, now hop in the Benz, 4 door. Do you know the difference between a 5, 6, 7, 8? All the mocha lattes, you gotta do Pilates, You gotta pop this tape in before you start back datin' Hustlers, gangstas, all us, ballas. [Chorus] [Interlude:] – Hi, may name is Jill, I just want to say 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! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! – My name is Lasandra, and I just want to say that ever since listenin' 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 Cancun. And what's most importantly is that I ain't gotta fuck with Ray Ray's broke ass no mo. Work it mo! Junk it mo! Pump it mo! Chi-town mo! Let's go mo! – My name is Ella-May from Mobille, Alabama. And I just want 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, rode the plane, rode the plane! Thanks to Kanye's workout plan, I'm the envy of all my friends. See, I pulled me a baller man, yeah, And I don't gotta work at the mall again! Lemme break ya wit' a piece of My favorite work out plan. Oh! Oh! Oh! I wanna see you work out. Yeah! [x8] It's that old Michael Jackson shit. That's right, put in work, Move your ass, go berserk, Eat your salad, no dessert, Get that man you deserve. It's Kanye's workout plan, I said, it's Kanye's workout plan, It's Kanye's workout plan, His workout plan. Ladies and gentlemen, Allow myself to introduce myself, This time around I want y'all to clap like this. That's right, put in work, Move your ass, go berserk, Eat your salad, no dessert, Get that man you deserve. It's Kanye's workout plan, I said, it's Kanye's workout plan, It's Kanye's workout plan, His workout plan. Stop! OK, bring! I know y'all ain't tired, But I hope not, ‘cause on this one I need ya To give me a soul clap, okay? Double time! That's right, put in work. Woo! Move your ass, go berserk. Ow! Eat your salad, no dessert. Ugh! Get that man you deserve. That's right, put in work. Put in work! Move your ass, go berserk. Go berserk! Eat your salad, no dessert. No dessert! Get that man you deserve. You hear, ugh! That's right, put in work. That's right, put in work! Move your ass, go berserk. Go berserk! Eat your salad, no dessert. Eat your salad, no dessert! Get that man you deserve, woo! Okay, okay, okay, that's, that'd be good, I appreciate your time. I want to see you work out for me. Woah, yeah!
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College Drop Out, the debut from the most sought-after hip-hop producer not named Pharrell, delivers the unthinkable: West magically sledgehammers home his opinions on taboo topics over beats that are equally daring. The envelope-ripping beats shouldn't come as a surprise given that he's supplied the soundscapes to monster singles by everyone from Alicia Keys ("You Don't Know My Name") to Talib Kweli ("Get By"). What is freakish is that in West's world, rhymes about strippers, God, college life and guns can coexist tidily and not undermine each other. On "Breathe in Breathe Out" he raps "I gotta apologise to Mos and Kweli/ Is it cool to rap about gold if I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali"–tongue firmly planted in cheek. On the catchy "Through the Wire", fuelled by a Chaka Khan hook, he spits some impeccable rhymes despite his jaw being wired shut after a near-fatal car accident. Maybe it was this brush with mortality that kicked his lyrics into high gear on "All Falls Down". The skits on here are just as potent, one poking fun at the overeducated underclass that makes a small fraction of the loot he does. With jaw-dropping cameos from Jay-Z, Common, Mos Def and the Harlem Boys Choir plus the feel-good club tune of the year, "Slow Jamz" featuring Twista, College Dropout is as explosive, contradictory and complex as rap music gets.
Dalton Higgins