featuring Prince Rakeem
* - 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
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