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Kanye West - We Major ft Nas & Really Doe (Original Song)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Really Doe
Really Doe
Vocals
Orange Krush
Orange Krush
Sampled Artist
The WRLDFMS Tony Williams
The WRLDFMS Tony Williams
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Nas
Nas
Songwriter
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Songwriter
Andre Williams
Andre Williams
Songwriter
Larry Smith
Larry Smith
Songwriter
Maureen Reid
Maureen Reid
Songwriter
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Songwriter
Warren Trotter
Warren Trotter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Producer
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
Tom Biller
Tom Biller
Recording Engineer
Richard Reitz
Richard Reitz
Assistant Engineer
Nate Connelly
Nate Connelly
Assistant Engineer
Mike Mo
Mike Mo
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You m-rs 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 'yac, I wanna f- I take a hit of that -, 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 f- up rotation Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, 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 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 h- 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 -, but he had that nine - 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 m-rs 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 'yac, I wanna f- I take a hit of that -, 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 f- up rotation Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, 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 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 - 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 - 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 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 Ba-dop-ba-ba (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Feeling better than I ever felt before today Like better late than never; it's orientation Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away Oh, oh, oh, ooh! You m-rs better do your job and roll up And watch how we roll up, and (ba-dop-ba-ba) I can't control it, I can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that 'yac, I wanna f- I take a hit of that -, 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 f- up rotation Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, -, that's a chaser (oh, oh, oh, ooh!) Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior (ba-dop-ba-ba) 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! Ba-dop-ba-ba 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 - again? Can I talk my - again? I can't believe I'm back up in this - I'ma be late, though I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear Yeah The Roc is definitely in the building G.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building, ugh 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? Ugh And Jon Brion on the keys right now And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now So they asked me: "Why you call it Late Registration, 'Ye?" 'Cause we takin' these - back to school La, la, la, la-la-la-la la If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along La la la la la, la-la-la Ba-dop-bop-ba (oh) Feeling better than I ever felt before today (if you feeling good) But better late than never; it's orientation (it's orientation) But we can make it better, throwing all your cares away We want you to get used to this Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-bop-ba 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!
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Russell W. Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Maureen Elizabeth Reid, Nasir Jones, Antony Von Williams, Dontae Maurice Winslow, Warryn S. Campbell, Warren Trotter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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