We Major (feat. Nas & 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 yak, 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, 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, pimpin', that's a savior
Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper
High off the ground from stair to skyscraper
Cool off, thinkin' we local c'mon homie we major

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

Feeling better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a chick that say "Yes" too 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
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
Asked the 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

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 yak, 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, pimpin', 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

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 homie, we major

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 pen, fell, and jotted what I feel

Been like twelve years since a nigga first signed
Now I'm a free agent and I'm thinkin it's time
To build my very own Motown
Cause rappers be deprived, of executive 9 to 5's
And it hurts to see these companies be stealin' 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

I survived the livest niggas around
Lasted 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

Feeling better than I ever felt before today
But better late than never, it's orientation
Still we can make it better
Throwing all your cares away

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 yak, 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, pimpin', 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

We major? C'mon homie, we major
We major? C'mon homie, we major
We major
C'mon homie, we major
We major

Feeling better than I ever felt before today
But better late than never, it's orientation
Still we can make it better
Throwing all your cares away

Can I talk my shit again?
Can I talk my shit again?
I can't believe I'm back up in this motherfucker
I'ma be late though
I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear

Yeah, the Roc is definitely in the building
Good music's definitely in the building
I gotta say "What's up" to Tony Williams
On the vocals
"Sing!" He sings quite beautifully
Don't you agree? Don't you agree?
Uh, and Jon Brion on the keys right now
And Warren Campbell on the keys right now
So they ask me, "Why you call it Late Registration Ye?"
Cause we taking these motherfuckers back to school

If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along

Feeling better than I ever felt before today (if you feeling good)
But better late than never, it's orientation (it's orientation)
Still we can make it better
Throwing all your cares away (we want you to get used to this)

Uh, they can't do what we do baby
Uh-uh (uh-uh) they can't do what we do baby
Uh-uh (uh-uh) they can't do what we do baby
Yeah