GZA/Genius - Pa** The Bone lyrics

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 pa** you the bone Pa** the bone kid, pa** the bone Pa** the bone kid, pa** the bone Pa** the bone kid, pa** the bone Pa** 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, ga**ed his way in for free Word, took a bar seat Got a tall gla**, of s** 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 pa** the bone, pa** the bone Pa** the bone kid, pa** the bone They pa**ed 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 Pa** the bone, pa** the bone Pa** the bone kid, pa** the bone Pa** the bone kid, pa** the bone Yo Genius, flip the micraphone Verse Two: Genius Yo, pa** the bone, kid pa** the bone Pa** the bone, kid pa** the bone Pa** the bone, kid pa** the bone Pa** 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 pa** the bone!" I said, "Lounge G" there's not enough to pa** 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 Pa** the bone, yo, kid pa** the bone Pa** the bone, kid pa** the bone (6X) Pa** the bone, so I control the microphone