It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

Nothing's quite the same as European Vegas So you think you're lonely, you think that you're the only one Baby, listen closely, let me be your number one The city's getting colder, the streets are turning into ice So baby, hold me closer, let me stay for

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it

Save our souls for the heavens For a life so good it sure feels bad Save our souls for the promised land Black angels laughing in the city streets Street toys scream in pain and clench their teeth The moonlight spotlights all the city crime Got no

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course The city fathers, they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

Twenty more minutes until I'm on I met that girl right up at my show Left her man in the crowd on the floor Listen, this is not my city show But I treat it like my city show Yeah, I am not slow These girls just want me 'cause I got the dough Pass that

Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar This is king Kendrick Lamar King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw Fix your lenses forensics would've told you Kendrick had killed it

With my demons I stay down But I stay down When I think of you in the city The sight of you among the sites I get this sudden sinking feeling Of a man about to fly Never kept me up before Now I've been awake for days