Rza - Pa** the Bone lyrics

[Sample] No stems no seeds that you don't need Acapulco gold is… BAD ASS WEED [Intro: The Genius (Prince Rakeem)] 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 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 microphone) [Verse 1: Prince Rakeem] 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 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 slamming 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 Loungin' Lo 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 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 [Hook: Prince Rakeem & The Genius] Pa** the bone, pa** the bone Pa** the bone kid, pa** the bone Pa** the bone kid, pa** the bone Yo Genius, flip the microphone 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 microphone [Verse 2: The Genius] 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 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 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 [Hook]