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      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   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 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, fantastic      We 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 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      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      Oxy wash, 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   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 control the microphone