* - this song replaces "Come Do Me" on the Cold Chillin re-release
 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