We Major

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 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, come on, homie, we major

We major? Come on, homie, we major

We major? Come on, homie, we major

We major! Come on, homie, we major

We major! Come on

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 'gnac, 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, come on, homie, we major

We major? Come on, homie, we major

We major? Come on, homie, we major

We major! Come on, homie, we major

We major! Come on, 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 12 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

Bah-dah-bah-bah (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

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 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, 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, come on, homie, we major

We major? (Come on, homie, we major)

We major? (Come on, homie, we major)

We major! (Come on, homie, we major)

We major!

Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Bah-dah-bah-bah

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

Bah-dah-bah-bah (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! 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