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Cali Agents - Neva Forget lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Planet Asia ] I heard you went platinum on your first album But tell me this: why is it now I heard you only sold about 200'000? Now what's that tellin you? That your fans was never down Got you wonderin now 'Maybe I shoulda stayed underground?' But you can't come back, cause real rap fans, they hate you You over-did your image, now you can't stay true All glittery and shiny lookin empty on the camera With nothin to say, dancin with the mic like who..? Y'all cats done fell off, and we in this for the long term 20 years from now the Cali Agents still burn Next to whoever doubt dare the rep through Planet Asia, Rasco, Cali Agents ghetto respect due [ CHORUS ] Never forget where you came from Never forget where you got your name from And the game from The laws of nature won't bless you You'll be forever unprotected Rasco, Planet Asia, yeah, ghetto respected (2x) [ VERSE 2: Rasco ] Hey yo, praise the king, the real thing I be ready to bring the quick swing like I'm still 16 28, out of the gate I tried to reach y'all but couldn't relate We in a whole other state Mind-travellin While you niggas still battlin The illest MCs you cats really ain't challengin We on the mic, better get it in flight You know excactly how it's done, we be keepin it tight Yo, you keep it real, I be cuttin the deals I bring it right up to your chest, give you somethin to feel Still they wanna test, still dissin the West The first thing that I learned: never listen to press Because only as good as your last LP The next time out your ass couldn't sell three Now it's for free, the price came down quick I flip it around and make the shit sound sick Remember where you came from. don't act dumb When a nigga ask If you do it for the cash Let it be known, I know half of y'all fake The other y'all take the whole damn cake [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Planet Asia & Rasco ] Now who the fuck said the West can't rock? It's Cali Agents in the house, y'all niggas best just jock For all y'all fake-ass industry niggas that ride dicks Of certain clicks, get a load of this brand new shit Yeah, hot off the press, never settle for less We bend half-assed niggas for a person undressed The best, we double-team now livin a dream And now you lookin at some shit that ain't never been seen Befo', full-grown kings connect to get dough But yo, the cash and the ass ain't the only thing we spit fo' It's on again, it's back to emceeing again Now I can walk through my own hood with a g in my pants Cuffed up tight better, start livin it right We here to take this whole thing to ridiculous heights We might give it to some that can give it some run But you can never ever forget exactly where you came from [ CHORUS ] |
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