Nas - Can't Forget About You (feat. Chrisette Michele)

There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you're old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one brag To your grandkids about how life is golden So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame, 8 by 10's Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop All that, and your man is still here and I'm still hot Wow, I need a moment y'all See I almost felt a tear drop When was the last time you heard a real anthem? Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me Ohh, I'm that history, I'm that block I'm that lifestyle, I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you Can't forget about Can't forget about you Can't forget about the old school, Bam, Cas, Melle Mel, Flash Rock Steady spinnin' on they back Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy, Fresh Prince Fat Boys broke up, rap hasn't been the same since So irregular, how it messed you up When Mr. T became a wrestler Can't forget about Jordan's retirement The shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals, kid Some things are forever, some things are not It's the things we remember that gave the world shock They stay in a place in your mind so snug Like who the person was with whom you first made love When was the last time you heard a real anthem? Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me Ohh, I'm that history, I'm that block I'm that lifestyle, I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you Forget about you Forget about you Unforgettable, unsubmittable I go by N now, just one syllable It's the end 'cause the game's tired, it's the same vibe Good times had right after James died That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind The past, the past enough of it, aight then But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson Or Mike when his talk was live Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25 When was the last time you heard a real anthem? Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me That's why, darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks t