[Music] Kendrick Lamar – Wesley's Theory Ft George Clinton & Thundercat

American singer-songwriter and performer, Kendrick Lamar, introduces a captivating and soulful track titled "Wesley's Theory". This remarkable song, released in 2015, showcases Kendrick Lamar's exceptional talent as both a writer and composer. "Wesley's Theory" is an absolute gem that should not be overlooked.

This incredible piece of music is part of Kendrick Lamar's critically acclaimed album, "To Pimp A Butterfly". The album itself is a masterpiece, and "Wesley's Theory" stands out as one of its standout tracks. With its infectious melodies and thought-provoking lyrics, this song has the power to captivate listeners from start to finish.

What makes "Wesley's Theory" even more special is the collaboration with two incredibly talented artists, George Clinton and Thundercat. Their vocal contributions add depth and richness to the song, elevating it to another level of musical brilliance.

Behind the scenes, the production credits for "Wesley's Theory" go to the gifted music producers Flying Lotus and Ronald Colson. Their expertise and creativity shine through in every aspect of the song, from the intricate instrumentation to the flawless mixing and mastering.

In conclusion, "Wesley's Theory" is a true masterpiece that showcases Kendrick Lamar's immense talent and artistic vision. With its unforgettable melodies, powerful lyrics, and stellar production, this song is a must-listen for any music lover. So sit back, relax, and allow yourself to be immersed in the enchanting world of "Wesley's Theory".

Kendrick Lamar Wesley's Theory Lyrics:
Every nigga is a star, ay, every nigga is a star
Every nigga is a star, ay, every nigga is a star
Every nigga is a star, ay
Who will deny that you and I and
Every nigga is a star?

Hit me!
When the four corners of this cocoon collide
You'll slip through the cracks hopin' that you'll survive
Gather your weight, take a deep look inside
Are you really who they idolize?
To pimp a butterfly

At first, I did love you
But now I just wanna fuck
Late nights thinkin' of you
Until I get my nut
Tossed and turned, lesson learned
You was my first girlfriend
Bridges burned, all across the board
Destroyed, but what for?

When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool
Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey
I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everythin', platinum on weddin' ring
Married to the game and a bad bitch chose
When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap
Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the prez with a Cuban link on my neck
Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check like that

We should never gave, we should never gave
Niggas money, go back home
Money, go back home
We should never gave, we should never gave
Niggas money, go back home
Money, go back home
(Everybody get out!)

At first, I did love you (love you)
But now I just wanna fuck (I just wanna fuck)
Late nights thinkin' of you (of you)
Until I get my nut ('til I get my nut)
Tossed and turned, lesson learned
You was my first girlfriend
Bridges burned, all across the board (across the board)
Destroyed, but what for?

Yo, what's up? It's Dre
Remember the first time you came out to the house?
You said you wanted a spot like mine
But remember, anybody can get it
The hard part is keepin' it, motherfucker

What you want you? A house or a car?
Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?
Anythin', see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog
Motherfucker, you can live at the mall
I know your kind (that's why I'm kind)
Don't have receipts (oh, man, that's fine)
Pay me later, wear those gators
Cliché? Then say, "Fuck your haters"
I can see the baller in you
I can see the dollar in you
Little white lies, but it's no white-collar in you
But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you
Because you make me live forever, baby, count it all together, baby
Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby
Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides
So you better cop everything two times
Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes
Too much ain't enough, both we know
Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list
Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick
And when you hit the White House, do you
But remember, you ain't pass economics in school
And everything you buy, taxes will deny
I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five

Yeah, lookin' down, it's quite a drop (it's quite a drop, drop, drop)
Lookin' good when you're on top (when you're on top, you got it)
You got a medal for us
Leavin' metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria
Look both ways before you cross my mind

We should never gave, we should never gave
Niggas money, go back home
Money, go back home
We should never gave, we should never gave
Niggas money, go back home (tax man comin', tax man comin')
Money, go back home (tax man comin', tax man comin'!)