Kanye West We Major Lyrics

The Good-Ass Remixes, Volume 1 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Big Shit Poppin'
  • 2 Stuntin' Like My Daddy
  • 3 We Major
  • 4 Country Cousins
  • 5 Heard of That
  • 6 Two Sides
  • 7 Pillz
  • 8 Hip Hop
  • 9 Lollipop
  • 10 Holla
  • 11 The Whole World
  • [Chorus]
    You ************s better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
    I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
    I take a sip of that yak, I want to ****
    I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
    But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing
    Towel under the door smoke until the days end
    Puff, puff then pass, don't **** up rotation
    Hypnotic for Henny, now ***** that's your chaser
    Turn nothing to something now pimpin' that's a savior
    Best things are green now pimp and get your paper
    High off the ground instead of skyscraper
    Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we major

    We major (come on, homie, we major) [Repeat: x2]

    Feeling better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
    Better than a chick that say yes to soon
    Until you have a daughter, that's what I call karma
    And you pray to god she don't grow breasts too soon.
    Projects to' up, gang signs is thrown up
    *****s hats broke off that's how we grow up
    Why else you think shorty's write rhymes just to blow up?
    Get they first car and then IRS show up
    He ain't never had **** but he had that nine
    ***** come through flickin' and he had that shine
    Put two and two together in a little bad weather
    Gon' be a whole family on that funeral line
    Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through school
    That's all I want like wino's want they good whiskey
    I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me

    [Chorus]

    [Nas]
    I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write
    First line, should it be about the hos or the ice?
    Four-four's or black Christ? Both flows would be nice
    Rap about big paper or the black man's plight
    At the studio console asked my man to the right
    What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?
    He said, Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic
    Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel
    Been like 12 years since a ***** first signed
    Now I'm a free agent
    And I'm thinking it's time
    To build my very own Motown
    Cause rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s
    And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life
    And I love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic
    So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt
    I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got killed
    I survived the livest *****s around
    Lasting longer than more than half of you clowns
    Look, I used to cook before I had the game took
    Either way my change came like Sam Cooke.

    Feeling better than I ever felt before today
    Like better late than never is orientation
    Still we can make it better throwing all your cares away

    [Chorus]

    Written by: Warryn Campbell, Nasir Jones, Maureen Elizabeth Reid, Russell W Simmons, Lawrence Smith, W Trotter, Kanye Omari West, Anthony Williams, Antony Williams, Dontae Winslow
    Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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