Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Kanye West - We major ------------------------------------------ [Chorus] You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I canīt control it, canīt hold it, itīs 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 whatīs amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke until the days end Puff, puff then pass, donīt fuck up rotation Hpnotic for Henny, now nigga thatīs your chaser Turn nothin to something now pimpinī thatīs a savior Best things are green now pimp and get your paper High off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low thinkinī we local, come on homie, we major We major (come on, homie, we major) [repeat] Feeling better than some head on a sunday afternoon Better than a chick that say yes to soon Until you have a daughter, thatīs what I call karma And you pray to god she donīt grow breasts too soon. Projects toī up, gang signs is thrown up Niggas hats broke off thatīs how we grow up Why else you think shortyīs write rhymes just to blow up? Get they first car and then IRS show up He ainīt never had shit but he had that nine Nigga come through flickinī and he had that shine Put two and two together in a little bad weather Gonī be a whole family on that funeral line Ask the reverand was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through school Thatīs all I want like winoīs want they good whisky I ainīt in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me [chorus] [Nas:] I heard the beat and I ainīt know what to write First line, should it be about the hos or the ice? Four-fourīs or black christ? Both flows would be nice Rap about big paper or the black manīs plight At the studio consol 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, Stillmatic Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel Been like 12 years since a nigga first signed Now Iīm a free agent And Iīm thinking itīs time To build my very own Motown Cuz rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s 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 yīall copped the LPs and yīall fiends got dealt Iīm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got killed I survived the livest niggas around Lasting 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. Feeling better than I ever felt before today Like better late than never is orientation Still we can make it better throwing all your cares away [chorus]