Casual Follow

Hook: (2X)
(Casual)
The Bay rhymes the best!
(Young Zee)
What the fuck is y'all saying?
Bricks rhymes the best!
(Casual)
What the fuck is y'all saying?

(Young Zee)
I rhyme shit like weird science and hear giants with ears crying
And wear wires with spare tires and hair dryers
I might change words like "astronats" with acrobats and asthma attack and cadillacs for battle raps
And when I drop y'all fuck them
How niggaz quit rappin' and openin' up hot dog trucks
(Casual) Nigga rhyme Cormega
(Young Zee) I'm poor never
When there's warm weather I rock four leathers with horse feathers
The force with us, I flip it with more letters
Like Porsche Jettas, mark niggaz, we dog heifers
(Casual) All right, do Busta Douglas
(Young Zee) Zee always fuckin' up shit
Drunk and dusted up then let a hundred slugs spit
Eat MC's like Crunch N' Munches bust a thug quick
My lawyer a dime, I just make her suck the judge's dick
Y'all must have drunk Kris', stuck and all playin'
Rhyme better than Zee? What the fuck is y'all saying?

(Hook 4X)

(Casual)
We go to gat us in the Radisson, no Madison
They had us in the status and static, but that was compatted with Cali
Click's so bitin', hit the set, go wildin'
And in the process, probably catch your wallet
Gettin' greedier and greedier, makin' music, my media
Like Poe and Patterson, but when I'm jabbin', I'm speedier
Huh, what would I be to ya? If I wasn't repeated, heated, He didn't, now we didn't go for that bullshit!
Fuck around and make me mildew, go bad on that ass
Like a town nigga, we all do for challengin' cash
Get atron to move up to heavyweight
He weak like Chevy brakes, yeah I heard every tape
I'm in Italy smokin', like it's Middleast Oakland
It's real, nigga, don't even consider he's jokin'
Blowin' up shit, still showin' up lit
Throwin' up dubs, Zee throwin' up Bricks!

(Hook 4X)

(Young Zee)
Not only do we spit, we'll come shoot where you stay up
Continously, till y'all move and put a gate up
Just smoke chocolate bars 'till we fall like fallen stars
Throw up on my car, who's calling cards to call my broad?
Your tape is stupid, you still makin' music?
Niggaz hate your new shit, who signed y'all, Flava Unit?
I'm smokin' marijuana, rims pokin' 'round the corner
Pickin' up Casual, from Oakland, California

(Casual)
Young Zee, come see how we kick it like Chun-Li
Walk far, boy, I jump abroad, then bounce back bungee
You square like a cigarette, bring you 'round the way, you Be like, "Playa on some niggashit!"
Figure this gets vigourous, intentions is dementionless
No matter what your interest is
I'll finish this lightweight off, let me play synthesis
On suicidal sentences, you bitches is apprentices
From The Bay to The Bricks, we killin' them chicks

(Hook 4X)