Kanye

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Kanye Omari West, (Born June 8th, 1977) also known as Ye is the greatest rapper, and maybe human in history to bless our home we call earth. He is well known for creating such masterpieces as Late Registration, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fastasy, and Vultures. Oh yeah and he is a major slut for McDonalds for some unknown reason or something.

Kanye West Discography

College Dropout

Intro

Kanye, can I talk to you for a minute?

Me and the other faculty members was wondering

Could you do a lil' some'

Lil' something beautiful

Something that the kids is gon' love when they hear it

That's gonna make 'em start jumping up and down

And sharing candy and stuff

Think you could probably do something for the kids

For graduation to sing?

We Don't Care

Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing

And all my people that's

Drug dealin' just to get by

Stackin' money 'til it get sky high

We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five

Joke's on you, we still alive

Throw your hands up in the sky and say

"We don't care what people say" (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

If this is your first time hearin' this

You are about to experience something so cold, man

We never had nothin' handed

Took nothin' for granted

Took nothin' from no man

Man, I'm my own man

But as a shorty I looked up to the dope man

Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man

Flickin' Starter coats, man

Man, you don't know, man

We don't care what people say

This is for my niggas outside all winter

'Cause this summer, they ain't finna say

"Next summer I'm finna"

Sittin' in the hood like community colleges

This dope money here is lil' Trey's scholarship

'Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambition

And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home

So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job

You gotta do somethin' man, your ass is grown

Drug dealin' just to get by

Stackin' money 'til it get sky high

(Kids, sing, kids, sing)

We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five

Joke's on you, we still alive

Throw your hands up in the sky and say

"We don't care what people say"

The second verse is for my dogs working 9 to 5

That still hustle 'cause a nigga can't shine off .55

And everybody selling makeup, Jacob's

And bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up

We put shit on layaway, then come back

We claim other people kids on our income tax

We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid

And we don't care what people say

Mama say she want to move south

Scratchin' lottery tickets, eyes on a new house

'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house

Couldn't get a job, so since he couldn't get work

He figured he'd take work

The drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weight

So nigga's money is homo, it's hard to get straight

But we gon' keep bakin' 'till the day we get cake

And we don't care what people say

My niggas

Drug dealin' just to get by (yeah)

Stackin' money 'til it get sky high

(Kids, sing, kids, sing)

We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five

Joke's on you, we still alive (alive, uh-huh)

Throw your hands up in the sky and say

We don't care what people say (yeah, yeah, uh)

You know the kids gon'' act a fool

When you stop the programs for after school

And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic

They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"

We scream, "rocks, blows, weed, park"

See, now we smart

We ain't retards the way teachers thought

Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash

Now tell my mama I belong in that slow class

It's bad enough we on welfare

You tryna to put me on the school bus

With the space for the wheelchair

I'm trying to get the car with the chromey wheels here

You trying to cut our lights out like we don't live here

Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us

When we get them hammers, go on call the ambulance

Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us

But we don't care what people say

My niggas

Drug dealin' just to get by

Stackin' money 'til it get sky high

(Kids, sing, kids, sing)

We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five

Joke's on you, we still alive

Throw your hands up in the sky and say

"We don't care what people say"

 

Graduation Day

What in the f*ck was that Kanye?

I told you to do some shit for the kids

You give me your motherf*cking graduation tickets right now

You give me this motherf*ckin' robe

What you catchin' senioritis?

You will not walk across that stage

You won't slide across that stage

A motherf*cker can't pull you

Across that motherf*ckin' stage, Kanye

Who told you? See, I told you to do something uplifting

I'm trying to get you out here with these white people

And this how you gon' do me?

You know what, you's a nigga

And I don't mean that in no nice way

Had little kids singin' about the shit

No, the jokes on you

You throw your mother- hands in the air

And wave goodbye to everybody

As you get the f- off this campus

What the f- you gon' do now?

I'm no longer confused, but don't tell anybody

I'm about to break the rules, but don't tell anybody

I got something better than school, but don't tell anybody

My mama would kill me, so don't tell anybody

She wants me to get a good-ass job, just like everybody

She ain't walked in my shoes, I'm just not everybody

All Falls Down

Oh, when it all (yeah)

It all falls down (this the real one, baby)

I'm tellin' you all (uh)

It all falls down (Chi-Town, stand up)

Oh, when it all (Southside, Southside)

It all falls down (we gon' set this party off right)

I'm tellin' you all (Westside, Westside)

It all falls down, oh, when it all (we gon' set this party off right)

Man, I promise, she's so self-conscious

She has no idea what she doin' in college

That major that she majored in don't make no money

But she won't drop out, her parents'll look at her funny

Now, tell me that ain't insecurr

The concept of school seems so securr

Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr

She like, "F*ck it, I'll just stay down hurr and do hair"

'Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs

Of new Airs, 'cause her baby daddy don't really care

She's so precious with the peer pressure

Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis

She had hair so long that it looked like weave

Then she cut it all off, now she look like Eve

And she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believe

Single black female addicted to retail, and well

Oh, when it all, it all falls down (uh)

And when it falls down, who you gon' call now?

I'm tellin' you all (c'mon, c'mon)

It all falls down

And when it falls down, oh, when it all (and when it all falls down)

Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious

That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches

Rollies and Pashas done drove me crazy

I can't even pronounce nothin', pass that Ver-say-see

Then I spent four hundred bucks on this

Just to be like, "Nigga, you ain't up on this"

And I can't even go to the grocery store

Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team

It seem we livin' the American Dream

But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem

The prettiest people do the ugliest things

For the road to riches and diamond rings

We shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade us

We tryna buy back our 40 acres

And for that paper, look how low we'll stoop

Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe

Oh, when it all (c'mon, c'mon)

It all falls down (and when it falls down, who you gon' call now?)

I'm tellin' you all (come on, come on)

It all falls down, oh, when it all (and when it all falls down)

I say, "F*ck the police," that's how I treat 'em

We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom

We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em

Things we buy to cover up what's inside

'Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealth

That's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at?"

Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crack

And the white man get paid off of all of that

But I ain't even gon' act holier than thou

'Cause f*ck it, I went to Jacob with twenty-five thou

Before I had a house and I'd do it again

'Cause I wanna be on 106 & Park, pushin' a Benz

I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific

I got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specific

I got a problem with spendin' before I get it

We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it

Oh, when it all (yeah, c'mon, c'mon)

It all falls down (and when it falls down, who you gon' call now?)

I'm tellin' you all (c'mon, c'mon)

It all falls down (and when it falls down)

Oh, when it all (Southside, Southside)

It all falls down (we gon' set this party off right)

I'm tellin' you all (Westside, Westside)

It all falls down (we gon' set this party off right)

Oh, when it all (Chi-Town, Chi-Town)

It all falls down (We gon' show 'em how we get down)

I'm tellin' you all (Now, Syleena, you just like a safe belt)

It all falls down (you saved my life, c'mon)

Oh, when it all, it all falls down

I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down

I's can't keep workin' like this

This grave shift is like a slave ship

I'll Fly Away

One glad morning, when this life is over

I'll fly away

To a land where joy shall never end, oh

I'll fly away

Oh, I'll fly away, oh glory

I'll fly away

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by

I'll fly away

Spaceship

I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

Man, man, man

If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him

After I f*ck the manager up then I'm gonna shorten the register up

Let's go back, back to the Gap

Look at my check, wasn't no scratch

So if I stole, wasn't my fault

Yeah I stole, never got caught

They take me to the back and pat me

Askin' me about some khakis

But let some black people walk in

I bet they show off their token blacky

Oh now they love Kanye, let's put him all in the front of the store

Saw him on break next to the "No Smoking" sign with a blunt in the mall

Takin' my hits, writin' my hits

Writin' my rhymes, playin' my mind

This f*ckin' job can't help him

So I quit, y'all welcome

Y'all don't know my struggle

Y'all can't match my hustle

You can't catch my hustle

You can't fathom my love dude

Lock yourself in a room doin' five beats a day for three summers

That's a different world like three summers

I deserve to do these numbers

The kid that made that deserves that Maybach

So many records in my basement

I'm just waitin' on my spaceship, blaow

I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

Man, I'm talkin' way past the sky

Let's go, yeah

And I didn't even try to work a job

Represent the mob

At the same time thirsty on the grind

Chi state of mind

Lost my momma, lost my mind

My life, my love that's not mine

Why you ain't signed?

Wasn't my time

Leave me alone, work for y'all

Half of it's yours, half of it's mine

Only one to ball

Never wanna to fall

Gotta get mine

Gotta take mine

Got a tech nine

Reach my prime

Gotta make these haters respect mine

In the mall 'til 12 when my schedule headset nine

Puttin' them pants shelves

Waitin' patiently I ask myself

Where I want to go, where I want to be

Life is much more than runnin' in the streets

Holla at 'ye, hit me with the beat

Put me on my feet

Sound so sweet

Yes I'm the same ol' G, same goatee

Stayin' low key, nope

Holler at God "Man why'd you had to take my folks?"

Hope to see Freddy G., Yusef G

Love my G, Rolly G

Police watch me smoke my weed and count my G's

Got a lot of people countin' on me

And I'm just tryin' to find my peace

Should of finished school like my niece

Then I wouldn't finally wouldn't use my piece, blaow

Aw man, all this pressure

I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

I remember havin' to take the dollar cab

Comin' home real late at night

Standin' on my feet all damn day

Tryin' to make this thing right

And havin' one of my co-workers say "Yo you look just like

This kid I seen in the old Busta Rhymes video the other night"

Well easy come, easy go

How that sayin' goes

No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows

I all had that snatched from me

A and R's and their faculties all turn their back on me

And didn't want to hear a rap from me

So naturally actually had to face things factually

Had to be a catastrophe with the fridgest starin' back at me

'Cause nothing's there, nothing's fair

I don't want to ever go back there

So I won't be takin' no days off 'til my spaceship takes off

I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

I want to fly, I want to fly

I said I want my chariot to pick me up

And take a brother for a ride

 

Jesus Walks

Order, huh

Yo, we at war

We at war with terrorism, racism, but most of all we at war with ourselves

(Jesus walks)

God show me the way because the Devil's tryin' to break me down

(Jesus walks with me, with me, with me, with me, with me)

You know what the Midwest is?

Young and Restless

Where restless niggas might snatch ya necklace

And next these niggas might jack ya Lexus

Somebody tell these niggas who Kanye West is

I walk through the valley of Chi where death is

Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless

Try to catch it, it's kinda hard

Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah, now check the method

They be asking us questions, harass, and arrest us

Saying, "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast"

Huh, y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis?

We ain't goin' nowhere, but got suits and cases

A trunk full of coke rental car from Avis

My Mama used to say only Jesus can save us

Well Mama, I know I act a fool

But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move, I hope

(Jesus walks)

God show me the way because the Devil's tryin' to break me down

(Jesus walks with me)

The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (I want Jesus)

(Jesus walks)

And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs

(Jesus walks with me)

I want to talk to God, but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long

(I want Jesus)

God show me the way because the Devil's tryin' to break me down

The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now

And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs

I want to talk to God, but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long, so long

So long

(Jesus walks with me)

To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the strippers

(Jesus walks with them)

To the victims of welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah

(Jesus walks with them)

Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly

I know He hear me when my feet get weary

'Cause we're the almost nearly extinct

We rappers is role models, we rap we don't think

I ain't here to argue about his facial features

Or here to convert atheists into believers

I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers

The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus

So here go my single, dawg, radio needs this

They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus

That means guns, sex, lies, video tape

But if I talk about God my record won't get played

Huh?

Well if this take away from my spins

Which'll probably take away from my ends

Then I hope this take away from my sins

And bring the day that I'm dreaming 'bout

Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out

(Jesus walks)

God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down

(Jesus walks with me, with me, with me)

The only thing that I pray is that me feet don't fail me now

Never Let Me Down

When it comes to being true, at least true to me

One thing I found, one thing I found

Oh no you never let me down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts

First I had they ear, now I have they heart

Rappers came and went, I've been here from the start

I seen them put it together, watched them take it apart

Seen the rovers roll up with ribbons

I seen them repo'd, resold then re-driven

So when I reload, he holds number one position

When you hot I'm hot

And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'

It's plain to see, niggas can't f*ck with me

'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life

This is not an image, this is God given

This is hard livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'

It's the most consistent, Hov

Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc and

Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'

It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap

I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

I get down for my grandfather who took my momma

Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat

At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins

And with that in my blood I was born to be different

Now niggas can't make it to ballots to choose leadership

But we can make it to Jacob's and to the dealership

That's why I hear new music and I just don't be feelin' it

Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it

But I know they don't want me in the damn club

They even make me show ID to get inside of Sam's club

I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed

Swear I've been baptized each three or four times

But in the land where niggas praise Yukons and getting paid

Its goin' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved

Like it take a lot more than du-rags to get you waves

Nothing sad as that day my girl father past away

So I promised to Mr. Rainey I'm gonna marry your daughter

And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up

And I know that you was smiling when you seen the car I bought her

And you sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled up

But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye

'Cause look what an accident did to Left Eye

First Aaliyah, now Romeo must die

I know I got angels watchin' me from the other side

When it comes to being true, at least true to me

One thing I found, one thing I found

Oh no you never let me down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down

We are all here for a reason on a particular path

You don't need a curriculum to know that you a apart of the math

Cats think I'm delirious but I'm so damn serious

That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world

I'm tryin' to make it better for these little boys and girls

I'm not just another individual

My spirit is a part of this that's why I get spiritual

But I get my hymns from Him

So it's not me it's He that's lyrical

I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven sent instrument

My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes

For your soul and your mental

That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into

Yeah I need my loot by rent day

But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte

I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke

I can't stop, that's why I'm hot

Determination, dedication, motivation

I'm talking to you of my many inspirations

When I say I can't let you or self down

If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff

And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life

In my grip I would never ever let you down

And when these words are found

Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed

With a language called love

That's why my breath is felt by the death

And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind

I too dream in color and in rhyme

So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house

'Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth

A touch of God reigns out

When it comes to being true, at least true to me

One thing I found, one thing I found

Oh no you never let me down

Get up, I get

Get up, I get

Get up, I get

Get up, I get

Get up, I get

Get up, I get down

Who else you know been hot this long

Started from nothing but he got this strong

Built the Roc from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you

Peddled bikes, got my nephews peddle bikes because they special

Let you tell it man I'm fallin' well

Somebody must have caught him 'cause

Every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em

Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em

More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way

Clear the way, I'm here to stay

Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that

This is Jay, dissin' Jay will get you Mase'd

When I start spittin' them lyrics niggas get very religious

Six hail Mary's please Father forgive us

Young, the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas

They way y'all all follow Jigga

Hov's a livin' legend and I'll tell you why

Everybody want to be Hov and Hov's still alive

Get Em High

I'm trying to catch the beat, uh

I'm trying to catch the beat

I'm trying to catch the beat, uh, uh, uh

I'm trying to catch the beat

Now, thr-thr-throw your motherf*cking hands (get 'em high)

All the girls pass the weed to your motherf*cking man (get 'em high)

Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (keep 'em high)

And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)

N-n-n-now, my flow

Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics

I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics

My freshman year I was going through hell, a problems

Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college

My teacher said I's a loser, I told her why don't you kill me

I give a f*ck if you feel me, I'm gonna follow

My heart, and if you follow the charts, or to the plaques or the stacks

You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see

I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful but this

Bastard's flow will bash a skull and I will

Cut your girl like Pastor Tro'

And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro

And I won't, give you that money that you asking fo'

Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes

That's why we here your music in fast fo'

Cause we don't want to here that weak shit no mo'

Now, thr-thr-throw your motherf*cking hands (Get 'em high!)

All the girls pass the weed to your motherf*cking man (Get 'em high!)

Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (Keep 'em high!)

And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (Keep 'em high!)

Now now now now now who the hell is this

E-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26,

Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble E

At NYU but she hail from Kansas,

Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus

Sent me a picture with a feeling on Candice

Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis

W-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen saver say tweet

So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend

His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)

I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)

I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lying)

Yo Kwe', she don't believe me, please pickup the line

She goin' think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of lines

Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high

Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but

Get 'em high, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out

And my rhymes as fitting to blow you trying to blow backs out

Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, hey yo

Ain't you meet that chick that got friends with yo moms

And she's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior

Always got something to say like a okay playa hater

Anyways, I don't usually f*ck with the internet

Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette

You really f*cking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes

And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet

I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate

I got the bubble kush and a sister could get ahead of it

Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke

A high filled with dope

Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes

With real nigga quotes

Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out of

Used to but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs

Rock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show

Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you

You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you

How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead

I'm here to resurrect me, mug is to sexy to even make songs like these

That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys

To many featured emcees, and producers is popular

Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping her

Album, how come, you the hot garbager

The years clear your image and looped up

Label got you suped up, telling you you sick

Man you a dick with a loose nut

Video hard to watch like Medusa

Even your club record need a booster

Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga

Read the infa', red across your head I'm bread king like Simba

Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper

You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way

So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye

Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring

Got yo hands up, get them motherf*ckers higher then

Now, thr-thr-throw your motherf*cking hands (get 'em high)

All the girls pass the weed to your motherf*cking man (get 'em high)

Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (keep 'em high)

And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)

 

Workout Plan

Hey, what's up, girl?

Hey, girl

Hey, how you doin'?

Hey, you know I finally got my shit together been watchin that workout plan girl

Well you lookin' all good and stuff you got you a-

Girl I know it's that workout

Got you a six pack Shakuar and stuff

You know I'm sayin'?

My nigga, my nigga

I'm tired of putting 1-8-7 in my nigga's pager

That shit ain't workin' no more

Girl, you know I'm a video ho-fessional now (girl)

Since I copped this new workout plan my shit is right

Rollin' in Lexus, Acuras everything, girl

Girl, you need to let me know how I can cop that, how much is it?

Girl, you know you ain't gotta pay nothin' around me

I'm the bootleg queen I'll give it to you for free 99

Free 99

That's my dawg you always looking out for us

My nigga now I can throw away my bus pass and shit, oh my God

Oh shit

The New Workout Plan

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

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

Unless she's 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) (hi, my name is Jill)

Maybe we can work it out (c'mon, c'mon) (I just wanna 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, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

My name is Lasandra, and I just wanted to say

Since listening to Kanye's workout tape

I was able to get my phone bill paid, I got sounds and 13s

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 f*ck with Ray-Ray broke ass no mo'

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

(Woo) thanks to Kanye's workout plan

I'm the envy of all my friends

See I pulled me a baller man (yeah)

And I ain't gotta work at the mall again

(Lemme break ya off wit' a piece of)

Favorite work out plan (oh, oh, oh)

I wanna see you work out

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(That's like that old Michael Jackson shit, uh) work it out

That's right put in work, move your ass, go berserk (uh, okay)

Eat your 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 your ass, go berserk

Eat your salad, no dessert

Get that man you deserve (uh, 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 (well, I hope not, 'cause on this one I need y'all)

His workout plan (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 (uh)

Get that man you deserve

That's right, put in work

Move your ass, go berserk

Eat your salad, no dessert

Get that man you deserve (you hear 'em, uh)

That's right, put in work

Move your ass, go berserk

Eat your salad, no dessert

Get that man you deserve (woo)

Okay, okay, okay, that's very good (whoa yeah, whoa yeah)

Whoa yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa yeah

I appreciate your time

Whoa yeah, I want to see you work out for me

Whoa, yeah

That felt good, good

It's good, it's good (yo)

Slow Jamz

Kanye, it's Foxx, man

I'm just sayin' I was talkin' to the girls, you know

And we don't put enough emphasis on the ladies sometime

You know, I was talkin' to this girl

She was talkin' about the music all fast in the club, you know

She gotta drink water 'cause she thirsty

She done danced like 92 hundred songs back to back

With ain't nobody really, you know really try to find out what she feelin'

Like how she feel, you know, you know what she told me?

(Are you gonna be?) Check it out, this is what she said

(Say that you're gonna be) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh

She said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross

A little Anita will definitely set this party off right

(Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be

Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well)

She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition

Some Minnie Ripperton will definitely set this party off right

Yes it will, it definitely will

You know what I told her?

I told her to drive over in yo' new whip

Bring some friends you cool with

I'ma bring the cool whip, then I want you to strip

See you is my new chick, so we get our grind on

She be grabbin', calling me Biggie like Shyne home

Man I swear she fine homes (back in the day)

Why she always lying though?

Tellin' me them diamonds (back in the day)

When she know they rhinestones

She's got a light-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson

Got a dark-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson

I played Ready for the World, she was ready for some action

My dog said you ain't no freak

So you 'bout to prove my man wrong

I'ma play this Vandross, you gon' take yo pants off

I'ma play this Gladys Knight, me and you gon' get right

She said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross

A little Anita will definitely set this party off right

(Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be

Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well)

She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition

Some Minnie Ripperton will definitely set this party off right

Yes it will

Oh, yes it will

Smokey Robinson, Smokey Robinson

Freddie Jackson, everything, everything

Smokey Robinson, Ashford & Simpson

Set the party, really set the party off right

Yes it will, yes it will

Al Green, oh

Al Green, oh yeah

Ooh, whatcha know about the Isley Brothers?

Now, now Kanye, I know I told you to slow it down, baby

And it's good, it's all good, it's beautiful, it's beautiful

But now, I need you to do it faster, baby

Can you please? Do it faster baby, do it faster

Damn, baby, I can't do it that fast

But I know somebody who can, Twista

Got you looking at the glist on my hands and wrist

While I'm laying back smoking on my cannabis

When it come to rocking the rhythm like Marvin and Luther

I can tell you ain't no messin' with Kan man and Twist

In the Chi and I be sipping Hennessy, play some R&B

While I smoke a b, you can preferably find that I'm a G

And all this (well, well, well, well)

Come with me and sip on some Evelyn Champagne

You ain't know Twista could work it like The Whispers?

Hit the stop light, move it to some Isleys

Rims still moving so I bump a lil' Spinners

While I'm smoking on a b dipping through the streets

Bumpin' R&B and I got the heat on the 23's

And I do it (well, well, well, well)

With my Earth in the Wind smoking Fire

Let me get ya sheets wet listenin' to Keith Sweat

Put you in a daze wit Maze

Fulfilling our every temptation, slow jammin' havin' deep sex

You ready for the world, girl, come on go wit me

I touch you all over your body, baby, don't say no to me

And every moment controlling me

I'm lovin' the way you be holdin' me when I be listening to Jodeci

And when I come over and bend ya ass

You be bumping Teddy Pendergrass

I done hit it from the back to the melody and rode it slow

Now I got to go up in it fast, but I'ma finish last

No matter how much of a thug you see

I still spit it like it's R&B, come to the club with me

And when some Luther come on I hope you feelin' me

And still will be in love wit me, Chi ride

She said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross

A little Anita will definitely set this party off right

(Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be

Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well)

She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition

Some Minnie Ripperton will definitely set this party off right

Yes it will

Oh, yes it will

Sly and the Family Stone (Sly and the Family Stone)

Let's get the party on (Let's get the party on)

Sly and the Family Stone (Sly and the Family Stone)

Let's get our party on (Let's get our party on)

Earth, Wind and Fire, baby (Earth, Wind and Fire, baby)

Let's take it higher, sweetie (Let's take it higher, sweetie)

Let's really set, let's really set this party off

She said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross

A little Anita will definitely set this party off right

(Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be

Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well)

She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition

Some Minnie Ripperton will definitely set this party off right

Yes it will

Oh, yes it will

Breathe In Breathe Out

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out

If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out

Push a big truck, pull ya keys out

Girls go wild and pull ya D's out

Breathe in, breathe out

Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out

If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out

When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!"

Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap

I got to apologize to Mos and Kweli (Kweli)

But is it cool to rap about gold

If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali)

First nigga with a Benz and a backpack

Ice chain, Carti lens, and a knapsack

Always said if I rapped I'd say somethin' significant

But now I'm rappin', 'bout money, hoes, and rims again

And it's still about the Benjamins

Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms

Strippers named Cinnamon

More chips than Pentium

"What ya gon' buy next?" Whatever new trend it is

I'm tryin' to spend my stacks

And I'm so broke, I look back like "Damn, was I on crack?"

I mean twelve platinum chains, was I on that?

What the hell was wrong with me, dawg?

Sing along with me, y'all

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out (uh)

If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out

Push a big truck, pull ya keys out

Girls go wild and pull ya D's out

Breathe in, breathe out

Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out

If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out

When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!"

Now, even thouh I went to college and dropped out of school quick

I always had a Ph.D., a pretty huge dick

Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like this

And givin' head is like a whale thats usin' a toothpick

Well, I'm in the club for a limited time

Act now and get some action for free-ninety-nine

Later on I might charge for ménage

Heard her man was the boss of the floss

But she still wanna toss me the drawers

And it ain't goin' cost me because she my caddy

'Cause she grabbed my golf balls in the club

And I'm still actin' calm than a mug

She asked, "Can you drive me and the hundreds where my Altima was?"

While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man

Baby, I fully understand

Let me help you with a plan

While he trickin' off, don't get no rich nigga

Give me some head, that'll really piss him off

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out

If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out

Push a big truck, pull ya keys out

Girls go wild and pull ya D's out

Breathe in, breathe out

Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out

If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out

When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!"

I blow past low class niggas with no cash

In the fo' dash six, bitch, you can go ask

So when I go fast popo just lauh

Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash

Whatever comes first, I'm prepared for the worst

Whatever comes second, I'll be there with my weapon

Pullin' up in the Lexus's one on both hand

So I guess them GS's was ambidextrous

Could of sworn her breasteses was sendin' me messages

"K, I need a free hand-mammogram

I got weed, drink, and a Handicam

All of which is legal in Amsterdam"

So say my name like Candyman

And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman

But if you don't need a fix, girl, you gotta leave

You can't take that all at one time, ya gotta breathe

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out

If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out

Push a big truck, pull ya keys out

Girls go wild and pull ya D's out

Breathe in, breathe out

Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out

If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out

When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!"

Yeah, uh-uh-uh, uh

And you say, "Chi-City" (Chi-City)

Y-Yeah, and you say, "Chi-City" (Chi-City)

Y-Yeah, and you say, "Chi-City" (Chi-City)

Uh-huh (uh-huh), and you say, "Chi-City" (Chi-City)

Y-Yeah, you say "Chi-City" (Chi-City)

Uh-huh (uh-huh), you say, "Chi-"

Y-You say, "Ch-", Y-You say, "Chi-City" (Chi-City)

Chi-city (Chi-City), Chi-City (Chi-City)

(Chi-city, Chi-City, Chi-City)

School Spirit Skit 1

You keep it going, man, you keep those books rolling

You, you pick up all those books that you're gonna read

And not remember and you roll, man

You get that Associate degree, okay?

Then you get your Bachelors', then you get your Masters

Then you get your Master's masters

Then you get your Doctrine

You go, man

And then, when everybody says quit

You show them those degree, man

When everyone says, "Hey, you're not working, you're not making any money"

You say, "You look at my degrees, and you look at my life

Yeah, I'm 52, so what?"

Hate all you want, but I'm smart, I'm so smart

And, and I'm in school

These guys are out here making money all these ways

And I'm spending mine to be smart

You know why?

'Cause when I die, buddy

You know what's gonna keep me warm?

That's right, those degrees

School Spirit

School spirit-

Alpha, step

Omega, step

Kappa, step

Sigma, step

Gangstas walk

Pimps gon' talk

Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw

AKA, step

Delta, step

S.G. Rho, step

Zeta, step

Gangstas walk

Pimps gon' talk

Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw

I'ma get on this TV, mama

I'ma, I'ma put ish down

I'ma make sure these light-skinned-

Never, ever, never come back in style

Told 'em I finished school and I started my own business

They say, "Oh you graduated?" No, I decided I was finished

Chasing y'all dreams and what you got planned

Now I spit it so hot, you got tanned

Back to school and I hate it there, I hate it there

Everything I want, I gotta wait a year, I wait a year

This- graduated at the top of our class

I went to Cheesecake, he was a waiter there

Alpha, step

Omega, step

Kappa, step

Sigma, step

Gangstas walk

Pimps gon' talk

Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw

AKA, step

Delta, step

S.G. Rho, step

Zeta, step

Gangstas walk

Pimps gon' talk

Ooh, hecky nah, that boy (uh) is raw

I got a Jones like Norah for your sorrow

Bring more of them girls I've seen in the Aurora

Tammy, Becky, and Laura, or a Shirley

I'm trying to hit it early, like I'm in a hurry

See, that's how dude became the young Pootie Tang, tippy tow

Roc-A-Fella chain, yeah, that's my rapper style

Rosary piece, yeah, that's my Catholic style

Red and white 1's, yeah, that's my Kappa style

And I ain't even pledge

Crack my head on the steering wheel and I ain't even dead

If I could go through all that and still be breathing

Bend over, I'm here for a reason

Alpha, step

Omega, step

Kappa, step

Sigma, step

Gangstas walk

Pimps gon' talk

Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw

AKA, step

Delta, step

S.G. Rho, step

Zeta, step

Gangstas walk

Pimps gon' talk

Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw

Feel a woo coming on, cuz

I feel a woo coming on, cuz

(Woo)

There it was

I feel some woos coming on, cuz

A couple woos coming on, cuz

(Woo, woo)

There they was

I feel a woo coming on, cuz

I feel a woo coming on, cuz

(Woo)

There it was

I feel some woos coming on, cuz

A couple woos coming on, cuz

(Woo, woo)

There they was

Lil Jimmy Skit

Hey, Jimmy, where you going?

I don't know where I'm going

My dad died, and uh, he left me his degrees

My mom would always say, "Dad, why don't you work?"

But he just kept learning

All the other kids parents were working and saving up money for school

And I was actually in school all while my dad was in school

He even, he was so greedy with degrees, he took my degree

And now I'm just glad he left me these

Because all the regular homeless people have newspaper, and look what I have

These are documented

My father left them to me

And I'm gonna leave them to my kids

I'm gonna learn too

I'm gonna get super smart, so I too can die without money

But I'll be the smartest dead guy

Who has that?

 

Two Words

We in the streets, playa, get your mail

It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Now throw your hands up

Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, f*ck that

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

(Listen)

Two words, United States, no love, no breaks

Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks

Big Macs, fat] folks, ecstasy capsules

Presidential scandals, everybody move

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit

Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this

Game 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit

We won't stop shit, everybody move

Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy

Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why

These streets know game, can't ball, don't play

Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move

Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit

Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this

Game 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit

We won't stop, everybody move

Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up high)

Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, f*ck that

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

And keep your hands up ('til they reach the sky)

Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, f*ck that

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Ayo, two words, Chi-Town, Southside, worldwide

'Cause I rep that 'til I f*ckin' die

One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats

One wall, twenty plaques, dues paid, gimme that

I am limelight, Blueprint, five Mics

Go-Getters rhyme like, should've been signed twice

Most imitated, GRAMMY nominated

Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom-dated

Barbershop player-hated, mom and pop bootlegged it

Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in

Two words, Chi-Town, raised me, crazy

So I live by two words, "F*ck you, pay me"

Screaming, "Jesus, save me"

You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me

'Cause on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me

Look, God, it's the same me

And I basically know now, we get racially profiled (throw your hands up high)

Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down

Plus, I got a whole city to hold down

From the bottom, so the top's the only place to go now

Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up high)

Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, f*ck that

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R

Turn y'all rap niggas into two words, fast runners

Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your burner

The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God

Two words, no guns, break arms

Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal

Free, young boss, freshman of the Roc

With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl

Forget your squad, better fend for yourself

Have you screamin' out four words, "Send for the law," uh

Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded

F*ck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad

Red, white blue, black (throw your hands up)

Calm down, move back (throw your hands up)

Motherf*ckers askin', "Who is that?" (Throw your hands up)

You know it's the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up)

Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up)

Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up)

North to the south, to the east, to the west (throw your hands up)

Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up)

And show it to 'em like

Through The Wire

Yo, Gee, they can't stop me from rappin', can they?

Can they, Hop?

(Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall)

I spit it through the wire, man

(For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all)

There's too much stuff on my heart right now, man

I'd gladly risk it all right now

(Through the fire, through whatever, come what may)

It's a life-or-death situation, man

(For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way)

Y'all, y'all don't really understand how I feel right now, man

It's your boy, Kanye to the

(Right down to the wire, even through the fire)

Chi-Town, what's goin' on?

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah

I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert

Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp

That right there could drive a sane man berserk

Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wizzerk

How do you console my mom or give her light support

Tellin' her her son's on life support?

And just imagine how my girl feel

On the plane, scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till

She was with me before the deal, she been tryna be mine

She a Delta, so she been throwing that Dynasty sign

No use me tryna be lyin', I been tryna be signed

Tryna be a millionaire, how I used two lifelines

In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died

The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man

Story on MTV and I ain't tryna make a band

I swear, this right here, history in the makin', man

(Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall)

I really apologize to everyone right now

If, if it's unclear at all, man

(For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all)

They got my mouth wired shut

For like, I dunno, the doctor said like six weeks

You know, he had reconstruct, I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw

(Through the fire, through whatever, come what may)

I looked in the mirror, half my jaw was in the back of my mouth, man

(For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way)

I couldn't believe it

But I'm still here for y'all right now, man

(Right down to the wire, even through the fire)

This what I got to say right here, dawg

Yeah, turn me up, yeah, uh

What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a deal

On the hottest rap label around?

But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds

It was more like spoken word

'Cept he's really puttin' it down?

And he explained the story 'bout how Blacks came from glory

And what we need to do in the game

Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time

In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed

If you could feel how my face felt, you would know how Ma$e felt (Mason Betha)

Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt (uh-huh)

I swear to God, driver two wanna sue

I got a lawyer for the case to keep what's in my safe safe

My dawgs couldn't tell if I

I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, it was televised

There's been an accident like GEICO

They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael

I must got a angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass

Unbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass?

Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past (uh-huh)

Toys "R" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash

And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kid

Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did

But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph (uh-huh, yeah, yeah)

Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire (woo)

(Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall)

You know what I'm sayin'?

When the doctor told me I had a, um, I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin

(For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all)

I said, dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?

It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on

(Through the fire, through whatever, come what may)

You can't be serious, man

(For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way)

(Right down to the wire, even through the fire)

Family Business

How's your son? (All, all, all the thang, thang)

He made the team this year? (All, all, the thang, thang)

Aight, they said he wasn't tall enough (all, all that glitters is not gold)

Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)

So come by (real is what you lays on me)

That's your new girlfriend?

This is family business

And this is for the family that can't be with us

And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us

That's why I spit it in my songs so sweet

Like a photo of your granny's picture

Now that you're gone, it hit us

Super hard on Thanksgiving and Christmas, this can't be right

Yeah, you heard the track I did, man, "This Can't Be Life"

Somebody please say grace so I can save face

And have a reason to cover my face

I even made you a plate, soul food, know how granny do it

Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it

When I brought it, why the guard have to look all to it?

As kids, we used to laugh

Who knew that life would move this fast?

Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass?

And look, you tell me you ain't did it, then you ain't did it

And if you did, then that's family business

And I don't care about (all, all, diamond rings, diamond rings)

They don't mean a thing (all, all, the thang, thang)

All these fancy things (all, all, the thang, thang)

I tell you that all my weight in gold (all, all that glitters is not gold, all good is not reality)

Now all I know, I know all these things (real is what you lays on me)

Yeah, yeah, this is family business

And this is for everybody standin' with us

Come on, let's take a family GRAMMY picture

Abi, remember when they ain't believe in me?

Now she like, "See, that's my cousin on TV"

Now, we gettin' it and we gon' make it

And they gon' hate it and I'm his favorite

I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider

But when we get together be Electric Slidin'

Grandma, get 'em shook up

Aw naw, don't open the photo book up

I got an Aunt Ruth that can't remember your name

But I bet them Polaroids'll send her down memory lane

You know that one auntie, you don't mean to be rude

But every holiday nobody eatin' her food

And you don't wanna stay there 'cause them your worst cousins

Got roaches at their crib like them your first cousins

Act like you ain't took a bath with your cousins

Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all

I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg

But you ain't have to tell my girl I used to pee in the bed

Rain, rain, rain, go away (uh)

Let the sun come out and all the children say (uh)

Rain, rain, rain, go away (yeah, yeah, uh)

Let the sun come out and all the children say (yeah)

I woke up early this mornin' with a new state of mind

A creative way to rhyme without usin' nines and guns

Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God

And keep your face to the risin' sun

All my niggas from the Chi, is my family, dawg

And my niggas ain't my guys, they my family, dawg

I feel like one day you'll understand me, dawg

You can still love your man and be manly, dawg

You ain't gotta get heated at every housewarmin'

Sittin' here, grillin' people like George Foreman

Why Uncle Ray and Aunt Shiela always performin'?

Second she storm out then he storms in

Y'all gon' sit down, have a good time this reunion

And drink some wine like Communion

And act like everything fine and if it isn't

We ain't lettin' everybody in our family business, uh

(All, all, diamond rings, diamond rings)

They don't mean a thing (all, all, all the thang, thang)

They don't mean a thing (all, all, all the thang, thang, thang)

(All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality)

They don't mean a thing, a thing (real is what you lays on me)

And I don't care about (all, all, diamond rings, diamond rings)

They don't mean a thing (all, all, all the thang, thang)

All these fancy things (all, all, all the thang, thang, thang)

I tell you that all my weight in gold (all, all that glitters is not gold, all good is not reality)

Now all I know, I know all these things (real is what you lays on me)

All these things (all these things)

CLK Mercedes Benz

These things (all these things)

All these things (all these things)

All these things (these things)

A whole lotta money

All these things (all these things)

Mommy and daddy, can you please stop fighting?

These things (and I don't care about)

All these things (these things)

All these things (all these things)

These things

Let's get Stevie out of jail

 

Last Call

Yo f*ck you, Kanye, first and foremost

For making me do this shit. Muh'f*cker

Had to throw everybody out the motherf*cking room

'Cause they don't f*cking

I'd like to propose a toast

I said toast motherf*cker!

And I am

(Here's to the Roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them

(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and

(Here's to the Roc)

This is the last call for alcohol, for the

(Mr. Rockefeller)

So get your ass up off the wall

The all around the world Digital Underground Pac

The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc

I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame

And come back next year with the whole f*cking game

Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top

They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop

Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself

Roc-A-Fella's only niggas that helped

My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair

Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here

They say he bougie, he big-headed

Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is

Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds

I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas

It's funny how wasn't nobody interested

'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus

And I am

(Here's to the Roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them

(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and

(Here's to the Roc)

This is the last call for alcohol, for the

(Mr. Rockefeller)

So get your ass up off the wall

Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir

Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir

Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest

But all they got left is this guy called West

That'll take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def

Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z

I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and oooh

It come out sweeter than old Sadie

Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards

Girl he had with him - ass coulda won the horse awards

And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye

I'm almost Raymond

Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him?

It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him

Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine

Every motherf*cker told me that I couldn't rhyme

Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem

Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams

I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed

But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh

So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more

You niggas wear suits cause you can't dress no more

You can't say shit to Kanye West no more

I rocked 20,000 people, I was just on tour, nigga

I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don

Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom

I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards

I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars

I went to the malls and I balled too hard

"Oh my god, is that a black card?"

I turned around and replied, "Why yes

But I prefer the term African American Express"

Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell

Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to

Killin y'all niggas on that lyrical shit

Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips

And I am

(Here's to the Roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them

(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and

(Here's to the Roc)

This is the last call for alcohol, for the

(Mr. Rockefeller)

So get your ass up off the wall

"Last call for alcohol, for my niggas"

So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip Hop Picked the "Truth" beat for Beanie.

And I was in the session with him. I had my demo with me. You know, like I always do.

I play the songs, he's like "Who that spittin?" I'm like "It's me." He's like "Oh, well okay."

Uhh, he started talkin' to me on the phone, going back and forth

Just askin' me to send him beats, and I'm thinking he's trying to get into managing producers, cause he had this other kid named Just Blaze he was messin with

So won't you raise your glass won't you

So won't you raise your glass won't you

So won't you raise your glass won't you

So won't you raise your glass won't you

And um, he was friends with my mentor, No ID.

And No ID told him, "Look man, you wanna mess with Kanye you need to tell him that you like the way he rap"

No ID: "Yo, you wanna sign him, tell him you like how he rap"

I was all, I dunno if he was gassin' me or not but he's like he wanna manage me as a rapper AND a producer

[Hiphop: "I'll sign you as a producer and a rapper"]

I'm like oh shit. I was messin with, uh, D-Dot also. People were like this, started talking about the ghost production but that's how I got in the game. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here. So you know, after they picked that "Truth" beat I was figuring I was gonna do some more work but shit just wasn't poppin off like that. I was stayin in Chicago, I had my own apartment, I be doin like, just beats for local acts just to try to keep the lights on, and then to go out and buy, get a Pelle Pelle off lay-away, get some Jordans or something or get a TechnoMarine, that's what we wore back then

I made this one beat where I sped up this Harold Melvin sample I played it for Hip over the phone, he's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin, called The Dynasty. And at that time, like the drums really weren't soundin right to me So I went and um, I was listening to Dre Chronic 2001 at that time.And really I just, like bit the drums off "Xxplosive" and put it like with it sped up, sampled, and now it's kind of like my whole style, when it started, when he rapped on "This Can't be Life."

And that was like, really the first beat of that kind that was on The Dynasty album. I could say that was the the resurgence of the soul sound You know, I got to come in and track the beat and at the time I was still with my other management. I really wanted to roll with Hip Hop cause I, I just needed some fresh air, you know what I'm sayin cause I been there for a while. I appreciated what they did for me but, you know there's a time in every man's life where he gotta make a change. Try to move up to the next level. And that day I came and I tracked the beat and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said, "Oh you a real soulful dude."

[Jay-Z: "Oh you a real soulful dude, man"]

And he, uh, played the song cause he already spit his verse by the time I got to the studio. You know how he do it, one take. And he said

[Jay-Z: "Check this out, tell me what you think of this, right here"]

"Tell me what you think of this." And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man, I really wanted more like of the simple type Jay-Z. I ain't want like the, the more introspective, complicated rhy- or the... in my personal opinion. So he asked me, "What you think of it?"

[Jay-Z: "so what you think of this?"]

And I was like, "Man that shit tight," you know what I'm sayin', man what I'ma tell him? I was on the train, man, you know. So after that I went back home. And man I'm, I'm just in Chicago, I'm trying to do my thing. You know, I got groups. I got acts I'm trying to get on, and like there wasn't nothin really like poppin' off the way it should have been. One of my homies that was one of my artists, he got signed. But it was supposed to really go through my production company, but he ended up going straight with the company. So, like I'm just straight holdin' the phone, gettin' the bad news that dude was tryin' to leave my company. And I got evicted at the same time. So I went down and tracked the beats from him, I took that money, came back, packed all my shit up in a U-Haul, maybe about ten days before I had to actually get out so I ain't have to deal with the landlord cause he's a jerk. Me and my mother drove to...

[Mother: "Come on, let's just go"]

Newark, New Jersey. I hadn't even seen my apartment. I remember I pulled up

[Mother: "Kanye, baby, we're here"]

I unpacked all my shit. You know, we went to Ikea, I bought a bed, I put the bed together myself. I loaded up all my equipment, and the first beat I made was, uh, "Heart of the City." And Beans was still working on his album at that time, so I came up there to Baseline, it was Beans' birthday, matter of fact, and I played like seven beats. And, you know I guess he was in the zone, he already had the beats that he wanted, I had did "Nothing Like It" already at that time but then Jay walked in. I remember he had a Gucci bucket hat on. I remember it like, like it was yesterday. And Hiphop said, "Yo play that one beat for him." And I played "Heart of the City." And really I made "Heart of the City," I really wanted to give that beat

To DMX

[Hiphop: "No I think Jay gon' like this one right here"]

And I played another beat, and I played another beat. And I remember that Gucci bucket, he took it and like put it over his face and made one of them faces like 'OOOOOOOOOOH.' Two days later I'm in Baseline and I seen Dame. Dame didn't know who I was and I was like, "Yo what's up I'm Kanye."

[Dame: "Yo, you that kid, Kanye?"]

"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay? Yo, this nigga got classics"

[Dame: "Jay got classics, G."]

You know I ain't talkin shit. I'm like "oh shit." And all this time I'm starstruck, man. I'm still thinking 'bout, you know I'm picturing these niggas on the show, The Streets is Watching, I'm lookin, these were superstars in my eyes. And they still are, you know. So, Jay came in and he spit all these songs like in one day, and in two days... I gotta bring up one thing, you know, come back to the story, the day I did the 'Can't be Life' beat on track, I remember Lenny S, he had some Louis Vuitton sneakers on, he think he fly. And Hip Hop was there, I think Ty-Ty, John Meneilly, a bunch of people. I didn't know all these people at the time they was in the room, and I said, "yo Jay I could rap." And I spit this rap that said, uh "I'm killin y'all niggas on that lyrical shit. Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips." And I saw his eyes light up when I said that line. But you know the rest, the rap was like real wack and shit, so that's all the response. He said "man that was tight."

[Jay-Z: "That, that was cool. That was hot."]

That was it. You know, I ain't get no deal then, hehe. Okay, fast forward. So, Blueprint, "H to the Izzo," my first hit single. And I just took that proudly, built relationships with people. My relationship with Kweli I think was one of the best ones to ever happen to my career as a rapper. Because, you know, of course later he allowed me to go on tour with him. Man, I appre-- I love him for that. And at this time, you know I didn't have a deal, I had songs, and I had relationships with all these A&R's, and they wanted beats from me, so they'd call me up, I'd play them some beats. "Gimme a beat that sound like Jay-Z." You know, they dick riders. Whatever. So I'll play them these post-Blueprint beats or whatever and then I'll play my shit. I'll be like, "yo but I rap too." Hey, I guess they was lookin' at me crazy cause you know, cause I ain't have a jersey on or whatever. Everybody out there listen here: I played them 'Jesus Walks' and they didn't sign me. You know what happened, it was some A&R's that f*cked with me though, but then like the heads, it'd be somebody at the company that'll say "naw." Like, Dave Lighty f*cked with me, my nigga Mel brought me to a bunch of labels. Jessica Rivera, man...

[Jessica: "Man, you niggas is stupid if y'all don't sign Kanye, for real."]

I'm not gonna say nothin to mess my promotion up

["Y'all niggas is stupid"]

Let's just say I didn't get my deal. The nigga that was behind me, I mean, he wasn't even a nigga, you know? The person who actually kicked everything off was Joe 3H from Capitol Records. He wanted to sign me really bad

[Joe: "We gonna change the game, buddy."]

Dame was like, "Yo you got a deal with Capitol? Okay man, just make sure it's not wack."

[Dame: "You gotta make sure it's not wack."]

Then one day I just went ahead and played it, I wanted to play some songs, cause you know Cam was in the room, Young Guru, and Dame was in the room. So I played... actually it's a song that you'll never hear, but maybe I might use it. So, it's called 'Wow.'

I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow

I got eleven plaques on my walls right now

You got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow."

Like the chorus went. Don't bite that chorus, I might still use it.

So I play that song for him and he's like "oh shit"

[Dame: "Oh shit it's not even wack."]

"I ain't gonna front, it's kinda hot."

[Dame: "it's actually kinda hot."]

Like they still weren't looking at me like a rapper. And I'm sure Dame figured, 'like man. If he do a whole album, if his raps is wack at least we can throw Cam on every song and save the album, you know. So uh Dame took me into the office, and he's like "yo man, B, B, you don't want a brick, you don't want a brick"

[Dame: "you don't wanna catch a brick"]

"You gotta be under an umbrella, you'll get rained on." I told Hiphop and Hiphop was all, "oh, word?" Actually, even with that I was still about to take the deal with Capitol cause it was already on the table and cause of my relationship with 3H. That, you know, cause I told him I was gonna do it, and I'm a man of my word, I was gonna roll with what I said I was gonna do. Then, you know, I'm not gonna name no names, but people told me, "oh he's just a producer rapper," and told 3H that told the heads of the Capitol, and right-- the day I'm talking about, I planned out everything I was gonna do. Man, I had picked out clothes, I already started booking studio sessions, I started arranging my album, thinking of marketing schemes, man I was ready to go. And they had Mel call me, they said, "yo... Capitol pulled on the deal"

[Mel: "Yo, Capitol pulled out on the deal."]

And, you know I told them that Roc-A-Fella was interested and I don't know if they thought that was just something I was saying to gas them up to try to push the price up or whatever. I went up... I called G, I said, "man, you think we could still get that deal with Roc-A-Fella?"

So won't you raise your glass, won't you

So won't you raise your glass, won't you

So won't you raise your glass, won't you

So won't you raise your glass, won't you

Late Registration

Wake Up Mr. West

[Bernie Mac]

[laughs]

I knew I was gonna see ya, I knew I was gonna see you again!

I was gonna see you again

Where your god damn book bag at?

Always carryin' that lil book bag

Nobody wanna see that

God damn fourth grader

Sit yo' ass down

?? wanna play it again like he got somethin else to do

You ain't got nothin' else to do

You ain't doin nothin wit yo life

[piano starts]

Nothing with your life

What do you think this is?

You betta look at me when i'm talkin' to you!

You think this is easy don't you?

You think this is promised

Oh ain't nothin promised with you

Look at my face, do I got a promise face?

Does it look like promise you anything?

Kanye!

Ni**a! Is you snorin' in my class?

Wake up Mr. West! Mr. West

[echoes into next song]

Heard 'Em Say

Wake Up Mr. West [echoes]

[kanye West]

Uh, Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Yeah

[piano Drops]

And I Heard 'em Say, Nothin Ever Promised Tomorrow Today.

From The Chi, Like Tim Its The Hard-a-way,

So This Is In The Name Of Love, Like Robert Says

Before You Ask Me To Get A Job Today, Can I At Least Get A Raise On A Minimum Wage?

And I Know The Government Administered Aids,

So I Guess We Just Pray Like The Minister Say,

Allah O Akbar And Throw Em Some Hot Cars,

Things We See On The Screen Are Not Ours,

But These Niggas From The Hood So These Dreams Not Far,

Where Im From, The Dope Boys Is The Rock Stars,

But They Can't Cop Cars Without Seein' Cop Cars,

I Guess They Want Us All Behind Bars.

I Know It.

[chorus (adam Levine)]

Uh, And I Heard 'em Say, Nothin Ever Promised Tomorrow Today.

(ooooooooo)

And I Heard 'em Say, Nothin Ever Promised Tomorrow Today.

(nothing's Ever Promised Tomorrow Today.)

But We'll Find A Way

(and Nothing Lasts Forever But Be Honest Babe, It Hurts But It May Be The Only Way)

[kanye]

They Say People In Your Life Are Seasons,

And Anything That Happen Is For A Reason,

And Niggas Guns A Clappin And Keep To Squeezin',

And Gran (grandma) Keep Prayin' And Keep Believin',

And Jesus And One Day That Ya See Him,

Till They Walk In His Footsteps And Try To Be Him,

The Devil Is Alive I Feel Him Breathin',

Claimin' Money Is The Key So Keep On Dreamin',

And Put Them Lottery Tickets Just To Tease Us,

My Aunt Pam Can't Put Those Cigarettes Down,

Now My Lil Cousin Smokin Those Cigarettes Now,

His Job Trying To Claim That He Too Niggerish Now,

Is It Cuz His Skin Blacker Than Licorice Now?

I Can't Figure It Out...

Im Stickin Around....

[chorus (adam Levine)]

Uh, And I Heard 'em Say, Nothin Ever Promised Tomorrow Today.

(ooooooooo)

And I Heard 'em Say, Nothin Ever Promised Tomorrow Today.

(nothing's Ever Promised Tomorrow Today.)

But We'll Find A Way

(and Nothing Lasts Forever But Be Honest Babe, It Hurts But It May Be The Only Way)

(cuz Every Worthless Word We Get More Far Away, And Nothing's Ever Promised Tomorrow Today,

And Nothing Lasts Forever But Be Honest Babe, It Hurts But It May Be The Only Way)

[beat Changes]