Good Morning

Uh, uh, uh, uh Good morning Good morning Good morning Good morning Wake up Mr. West, Mr. West Mr. Fresh, Mr. By Himself, he's so impressed I mean, damn, did you even see the test? You got D's, m- D's, Rosie Perez And your ass barely passed any and every class Lookin' at every ass, cheated on every test I guess, this is my dissertation Homie, this s- is basic, welcome to Graduation Good mornin' Good mornin' Good mornin' Good mornin' Good mornin', on this day we become legendary Everything we dreamed of I'm like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary Detroit Red cleaned up From the streets to the league, from an eighth to a key But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets From the moments of pain, look how far we done came Haters sayin' you changed, now you doin' your thing Good mornin' Good mornin' Good mornin' and Good mornin' Good mornin' and look at the valedictorian Scared of the future while I hop in the DeLorean Scared to face the world, complacent career student Some people graduate, but be still stupid They tell you, "Read this, eat this, don't look around Just peep this, preach this, teach us, Jesus" Okay, look up now, they done stoled yo' streetness After all of that, you received this Good mornin' Hustlers, that's if you're still livin', get on down Every time that we hear them Good mornin' Hustlers, that's if you're still livin', get on down Every time that we hear them Good mornin' Hustlers, that's if you're still livin', get on down Every time that we hear them Good morning Hustlers, that's if you're still livin', get on down Get on down (get on down) Get-get on down (get on down) Get on down (get on down) Get-get on down (get on down)