Pass the Bone

" No stems no seeds that you don't need

Acapulco gold is… BAD ASS **** "

{GZA} Yo this is the Gka-gka-Genius

And I got the brother Prince Rakeem on the side

You know we got the sess bones in the house

And yo God I'mma pass you the bone

{RZA} 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 microphone

Rakeem is feeling lovely

Word a pocket full of dough

A little drunk, reaction's mad slow

Thinking, 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 (what'd you do?)

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 *** on the Beach

Turned to my left, saw this girl

She was slamming sir (ooh, 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 Loungin' Lo

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

Re-approached the weak-cypher

Did you surprise her? I tranquilized her

Bagged her, for her name and address

Slid to her rest, achieved mad success

But did you bone her?

Did I bone her? Did I bone her

You should've 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 microphone

{GZA} 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 can rule the microphone

Yo check it, outside a nightclub (what? )

We shine some young bloods

Drinking 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 (Who?)

Ason, with two bags of skunk

Pull out the blunt, put the **** 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 sweating me

What about the Wisdoms?

Yo they was stressing me

"Hey Genius, Genius

When ya gonna Come Do Me

Step to me, you know screw me?"

Just another redbone 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

Leaving 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

Pass the bone kid, pass 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 kid, pass the bone

Pass the bone so I can rule the microphone