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We Major
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Hip-Hop/Rap
We Major was released on January 19, 2018 by Dupont Brass as a part of the album Eclectic Soul
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Release DateJanuary 19, 2018
LabelDupont Brass
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dupont Brass
Dupont Brass
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Dontae Winslow
Dontae Winslow
Composer
Larry Smith
Larry Smith
Composer
Maureen Reid
Maureen Reid
Composer
Nas
Nas
Composer
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Composer
Tony Williams
Tony Williams
Composer
Warren Trotter
Warren Trotter
Composer
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Composer
Ye
Ye
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aye Ant
Aye Ant
Producer

Lyrics

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 amazin' is how I keep blazin'
Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end
Puff-puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, ****, that's a chaser
Turn nothin' to somethin', 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
Feelin' 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 tore up, gang signs is thrown up
**** 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
**** come through flickin' 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 'gnac, I wanna fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really, what's amazin' is how I keep blazin'
Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end
Puff-puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, ****, that's a chaser
Turn nothin' to somethin', 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, 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, 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" (Illmatic, still)
Looked at the pad and pencil, and jotted what I feel
Been like twelve 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 nine-to-fives
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 **** 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
Bah-dah-bah-bah (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Feelin' better than I ever felt before today
Like better late than never; it's orientation
Still, we can make it better, throwin' all your cares away (Oh, oh, oh! Ooh)
You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up, and watch how we roll up, and (Bah-dah-bah-bah)
I can't control it, I 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 amazin' is how I keep blazin'
Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end
Puff-puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, ****, that's a chaser (Oh, oh, oh, ooh!)
Turn nothin' to somethin', now, pimpin', that's a savior (Bah-dah-bah-bah)
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! (Oh, oh, oh!)
Ooh! Bah-dah-bah-bah
Feelin' better than I ever felt before today
But better late than never; it's orientation
Still, we can make it better throwin' all your cares away!
Can I talk my shit again? (Can I talk my shit again?)
Can I talk my shit again? (Can I talk my shit again?)
I can't believe I'm back up in this motherfucker (I can't believe I'm back up in this motherfucker)
I'mma be late, though (I'mma be late, though, I'mma be late, though)
I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear (I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
The Roc is definitely in the building (Building, building)
G.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building. Ugh (Building, building)
I gotta say "What's up" to Tony Williams (I gotta say "What's up" to Tony Williams, Tony Williams)
On the vocals! (On the vocals!). Sings—He sings quite beautifully, don't you agree? (Don't you agree? Don't you agree?)
Don't you agree? (Don't you agree? Don't you agree?)
Ugh (Ugh)
And Jon Brion on the keys right now (And Jon Brion on the keys right now)
And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now (And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now)
So, they asked me: (So, they asked me, so they asked me)
"Why you call it Late Registration, 'Ye?" (Why you call it Late Registration, 'Ye?)
'Cause we takin' these muhfuckers back to school ('Cause we takin' these motherfuckers back to school)
La, la, la, la-la-la-la la
If you know this part right here (If you know this part right here)
Feel free to sing along (Feel free to sing along, sing along)
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Bah-dah-bah-bah (Oh)
Feelin' better than I ever felt before today (If you feelin' good)
But better late than never; it's orientation (It's orientation)
But we can make it better throwin' all your cares away (We want you to get used to this) (Oh, oh, oh!)
Ooh! Bah-dah-bah-bah
Ugh! 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
Oh, oh, oh! Ooh!
Written by: Dontae Winslow, Kanye West, Larry Smith, Maureen Reid, Nas, Russell Simmons, Tony Williams, Warren Trotter, Warryn Campbell
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