We Major (paperbøy Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Really Doe] You motherfuckers 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 'gnac, I wanna fuck 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, we smoke until the day's end Puff-puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, nigga, that's a chaser Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] We major? C'mon, homie, we major We major? C'mon, homie, we major We major! C'mon, homie, we major We major! C'mon [Verse 1: Kanye West] Feeling better than some hеad on a Sunday afternoon Better than a chick that say "Yеs" too soon (H-h-hey-hey) Until you have a daughter; that's what I call karma And you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up Niggas hats broke off, that's how we grow up Why else you think shorties write rhymes? Just to blow up? Get they first car and then, IRS show up He ain't never had shit, but he had that nine Nigga come through flicking and he had that shine Put two and two together and a little bad weather Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line -Reverend, "Was the strip clubs cool? If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?" That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me [Verse 2: Nas] I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write First line—should it be about the hoes or the ice? Four-fours or Black Christ? Both flows'd be nice Rap about big paper or the black man 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, still" Looked at the pad and pencil, and jotted what I feel Been like twelve years since a nigga 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 nine-to-fives 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 when King got killed