| Song | Neva Forget |
| Artist | Cali Agents |
| Album | How the West Was One |
| 作词 : Brewer, Green, Zamudio | |
| 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 [x2] | |
| [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 **** 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] |
| zuò cí : Brewer, Green, Zamudio | |
| 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 overdid 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 x2 | |
| 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 | |
| Mindtravellin | |
| 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 said the West can' t rock? | |
| It' s Cali Agents in the house, y' all niggas best just jock | |
| For all y' all fakeass 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 halfassed niggas for a person undressed | |
| The best, we doubleteam now livin a dream | |
| And now you lookin at some shit that ain' t never been seen | |
| Befo', fullgrown 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 |