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