Genius - Pass The Bone Lyrics
No stems no seeds that you dont needAcupulco gold is *inhales* *deep voice* bad ass weedIntro: genius, rakeemYo this is the gka-gka-geniusAnd I got the brotha prince rakeem on the sideYou know we got the sess bones in the houseAnd yo God ima pass you the bonePass the bone kid, pass the bonePass the bone kid, pass the bonePass the bone kid, pass the bonePass the bone, so I can rule the micraphoneVerse one: prince rakeemRakeem is feelin lovely, word a pocket full of doughA little drunk, reactions mad slowThinkin, should I go to the club sceneAnd do what? and bag a rub-a-dub queenAnother thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get rippedPut my lips on a blunt tipIts been two weeks, since I last sparked itWent down to the club floorsFive dollar fee, plus idBut a brother like me, gassed his way in for freeWord, took a bar seatGot a tall glass, of sex on the beachTurned to my left, saw this girl she was slammin sirOooh, what ya do kid? I examined herPushed up, I tried to bag her, for her nameWhat happened? I didnt have the gameOverwhelmed, by a scent in the airCould it be? yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess thereIt was raekwon and loud jeromeThey had a bone, you mean a blunt? a palmettoI said pass the bone, pass the bonePass the bone kid, pass the boneThey passed it, took one pull I was blastedFelt kind of stimulated, fan-tasticWe approached the weak cypherDid you surprise her? I tranquilized herBagged her, for her name and addressSlid to her rest, acheived mad successBut did you bone her? did I bone her?Did I bone her; you shoulda heard her moanPass the bone, pass the bonePass the bone kid, pass the bonePass the bone kid, pass the boneYo genius, flip the micraphoneVerse two: geniusYo, pass the bone, kid pass the bonePass the bone, kid pass the bonePass the bone, kid pass the bonePass the bone so I control the micraphoneYo check itOutside a nightclub what? we shine some young bloodsDrinkin forties right down to the sudsReady to flow inside and rip the mic phoneHmm, and all I needed was a sess boneAnd guess who come down the block stumbling drunkAson, with two bags of skunkPull out the blunt put the weed insideRoll it up tight, then the flame was appliedInhale, but not pertaining to coughExhale, you know like two pulls and offStimulated kind of toxieSeen a girl who was foxy, yo but she neededOxywash, oh my gosh, yo not to disrespectBut back to the subjectThe brothers rolled up on the scene that I had knownSmelled the skunk and said yo pass the bone!I said, lounge g theres not enough to pass aroundSo go get a bag from uptownI gave a pound to the brothers who was sweatinWhat about the wisdoms? yo they was stressin meHey genius, genius, when ya come do meStep to me, you know screw meJust another red bone, that I had bagged in the red zoneAnd took home to get my head flownForget about the weak cypher, so I slid to the backLeavin tracks of smoke stacksThat originated from the sess cropsGive me the mic and watch me get propsPass the bone, yo, kid pass the bonePass the bone, kid pass the bone (6x)Pass the bone, so I control the microphone
