No stems no seeds that you don't need
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Acupulco Gold is *inhales* *deep voice* BAD ASS WEED
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Intro: Genius, Rakeem
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Yo this is the Gka-gka-Genius
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and I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side
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You know we got the sess bones in the house
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And yo God I'ma pass you the bone
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Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
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Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
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Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
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Pass the bone, so I can rule the micraphone
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Verse One: Prince Rakeem
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Rakeem is feelin lovely, word a pocket full of dough
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A little drunk, reaction's mad slow
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Thinkin, should I go to the club scene
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And do what? And bag a rub-a-dub queen
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Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped
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Put my lips on a blunt tip
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It's been two weeks, since I last sparked it
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Went down to the club floors
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Five dollar fee, plus ID
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But a brother like me, gassed his way in for free
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Word, took a bar seat
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Got a tall glass, of sex on the beach
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Turned to my left, saw this girl she was slammin sir
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Oooh, what ya do kid? I examined her
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Pushed up, I tried to bag her, for her name
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What happened? I didn't have the game
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Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air
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Could it be? Yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there
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It was Raekwon and Loud Jerome
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They had a bone, you mean a blunt? A palmetto
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I said pass the bone, pass the bone
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Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
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They passed it, took one pull I was blasted
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Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic
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We approached the weak cypher
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Did you surprise her? I tranquilized her
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Bagged her, for her name and address
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Slid to her rest, acheived mad success
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But did you bone her? Did I bone her?
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Did I bone her; you shoulda heard her moan
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Pass the bone, pass the bone
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Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
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Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
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Yo Genius, flip the micraphone
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Verse Two: Genius
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Yo, pass the bone, kid pass the bone
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Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
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Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
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Pass the bone so I control the micraphone
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Yo check it
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Outside a nightclub what? We shine some young bloods
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Drinkin forties right down to the suds
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Ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone
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Hmm, and all I needed was a sess bone
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And guess who come down the block stumbling drunk
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Ason, with two bags of skunk
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Pull out the blunt put the weed inside
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Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied
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Inhale, but not pertaining to cough
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Exhale, you know like two pulls and off
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Stimulated kind of toxie
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Seen a girl who was foxy, yo but she needed
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OxyWash, oh my gosh, yo not to disrespect
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But back to the subject
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The brothers rolled up on the scene that I had known
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Smelled the skunk and said "Yo pass the bone!"
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I said, "Lounge G" there's not enough to pass around
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So go get a bag from Uptown
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I gave a pound to the brothers who was sweatin
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What about the Wisdoms? Yo they was stressin me
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"Hey Genius, Genius, when ya Come Do Me
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Step to me, you know screw me"
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Just another red bone, that I had bagged in the red zone
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And took home to get my head flown
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Forget about the weak cypher, so I slid to the back
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Leavin tracks of smoke stacks
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that originated from the sess crops
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Give me the mic and watch me get props
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Pass the bone, yo, kid pass the bone
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Pass the bone, kid pass the bone (6X)
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Pass the bone, so I control the microphone
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Pass the Bone
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Genius/GZA |