[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 bullsh**
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 about 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, yeah, forever we hot
Motherf**er, are you ready or not?
[Hook]
[Bridge 1: 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 a**embly required
Yeah, I’m 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 d**h upon me, that’s many men
Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route
Stop talking, motherf**er, 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as, 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 n***as nutted on her everything
[Charlie Wilson]
And let me hear you say ahh
[Bridge 2: 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]