Kid Cudi - GOOD Friday lyrics

[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]