Pass The Bone Lyrics

Pass The Bone lyrics

No stems no seeds that you don't need

 Acupulco Gold is *inhales* *deep voice* BAD ASS WEED

 

 Intro: Genius, Rakeem

 

 Yo this is the Gka-gka-Genius

 and I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side

 You know we got the sess bones in the house

 And yo God I'ma pass you the bone

 

 Pass the bone kid, pass the bone

 Pass the bone kid, pass the bone

 Pass the bone kid, pass the bone

 Pass the bone, so I can rule the micraphone

 

 Verse One: Prince Rakeem

 

 Rakeem is feelin lovely, word a pocket full of dough

 A little drunk, reaction's mad slow

 Thinkin, should I go to the club scene

 And do what? And bag a rub-a-dub queen

 Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped

 Put my lips on a blunt tip

 It's been two weeks, since I last sparked it

 Went down to the club floors

 Five dollar fee, plus ID

 But a brother like me, gassed his way in for free

 Word, took a bar seat

 Got a tall glass, of sex on the beach

 Turned to my left, saw this girl she was slammin sir

 Oooh, what ya do kid? I examined her

 Pushed up, I tried to bag her, for her name

 What happened? I didn't have the game

 Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air

 Could it be? Yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there

 It was Raekwon and Loud Jerome

 They had a bone, you mean a blunt? A palmetto

 I said pass the bone, pass the bone

 Pass the bone kid, pass the bone

 They passed it, took one pull I was blasted

 Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic

 We approached the weak cypher

 Did you surprise her? I tranquilized her

 Bagged her, for her name and address

 Slid to her rest, acheived mad success

 But did you bone her? Did I bone her?

 Did I bone her; you shoulda heard her moan

 

 Pass the bone, pass the bone

 Pass the bone kid, pass the bone

 Pass the bone kid, pass the bone

 Yo Genius, flip the micraphone

 

 Verse Two: Genius

 

 Yo, pass the bone, kid pass the bone

 Pass the bone, kid pass the bone

 Pass the bone, kid pass the bone

 Pass the bone so I control the micraphone

 

 Yo check it

 Outside a nightclub what? We shine some young bloods

 Drinkin forties right down to the suds

 Ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone

 Hmm, and all I needed was a sess bone

 And guess who come down the block stumbling drunk

 Ason, with two bags of skunk

 Pull out the blunt put the weed inside

 Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied

 Inhale, but not pertaining to cough

 Exhale, you know like two pulls and off

 Stimulated kind of toxie

 Seen a girl who was foxy, yo but she needed

 OxyWash, oh my gosh, yo not to disrespect

 But back to the subject

 The brothers rolled up on the scene that I had known

 Smelled the skunk and said "Yo pass the bone!"

 I said, "Lounge G" there's not enough to pass around

 So go get a bag from Uptown

 I gave a pound to the brothers who was sweatin

 What about the Wisdoms? Yo they was stressin me

 "Hey Genius, Genius, when ya Come Do Me

 Step to me, you know screw me"

 Just another red bone, that I had bagged in the red zone

 And took home to get my head flown

 Forget about the weak cypher, so I slid to the back

 Leavin tracks of smoke stacks

 that originated from the sess crops

 Give me the mic and watch me get props

 

 Pass the bone, yo, kid pass the bone

 Pass the bone, kid pass the bone (6X)

 Pass the bone, so I control the microphone