[Music] Kanye West – We Major ft. Nas & Really Doe

Renowned American singer-songwriter and music sensation, Kanye West, graces us with his latest single titled "We Major".

This incredible track is an absolute must-have for your Playlist, showcasing Kanye West's exceptional talent and musical prowess.

Featured as a standout song on his critically acclaimed album, "Late Registration", "We Major" is a true masterpiece that captivates listeners from start to finish.

Joining forces with the incomparable Nas and the immensely talented Really Doe, Kanye West delivers a mesmerizing collaboration that pushes the boundaries of contemporary music.

The production credits for this extraordinary track go to the gifted trio of Kanye West, Warryn Campbell, and Jon Brion. Their collective genius shines through in every note, creating a sonic experience like no other.

In conclusion, "We Major" is a testament to Kanye West's artistic vision and his ability to create timeless music that resonates with audiences worldwide. This song is a true gem that deserves a special place in your music collection.

So don't miss out on this extraordinary musical journey - listen, share, and enjoy the brilliance of Kanye West's "We Major".

Kanye West We Major 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 'yac, 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

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 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
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 'yac, 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

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 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
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

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 motherfuckers 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 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 (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 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
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 motherfuckers 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!