GOOD Friday

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro: Kanye West] Party people in the place to be You are now in the midst of a real MC Throw your hands in the air if you real as me [Hook: Kid Cudi] Are you, ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready [Verse 1: Kanye West] Such an easy morning, we on a ride And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit They don’t want black people to think and drive [Verse 2 : Common] He think he live, he think he cold He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road that I go across [Verse 3 : Kanye West] I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week And the weather wasn’t barely hot Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott? Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot Motherfucker, are you ready or not? [Hook] [Bridge: Kanye West] This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop, you can’t stop) This goes out to the all core hip-hop (Can’t stop, you can’t stop) [Verse 4 : Pusha T] As Ye flips the piano The mood swings like the change of a channel He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel Selling kilos through your iPod Nano Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's Euro tank top, Dior-inspired Sell it to you hard, no assembly required Ugh, in 2012 in 2010 Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in While haters wish death upon me, that’s many men Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out [Hook] [Verse 5 : Big Sean] Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right Don’t worry, we gon' be here all night And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside) Westside, Westside So tell me who the freshest of them all? They claiming that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers I guess that’s why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's All over double D's, I be absent all week This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door Hold on: That’s the girl you gave a wedding ring? Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything [Interlude: Charlie Wilson] And let me hear you say ahh [Verse 6: Kanye West] Now put your hands up to the sky Until the day in that we die And we’ll be here all evening G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend [Hook]