[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 Giga-Giga-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'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 microphone)

[Verse 1: 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 scored

(What'd you do?) Went down to the club floors

$5 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

And turned to my left, saw this girl she was slammin', sir

(Ooh, 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, "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, fantastic

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 (Uh!)

[Chorus: Prince Rakeem & The Genius]

Pass the bone, pass the bone

Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone

Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone

Yo, Genius, flip the microphone

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 can rule the microphone

[Pre-Verse: The Genius]

Yo, check it

[Verse 2: The Genius]

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 stumblin' 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 pertainin' 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' me

What about the Wisdoms? Yo, they was stressin' me

"Hey Genius, Genius, when you 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-cipher, so I slid to the back

Leavin' tracks of smokestacks

That originated from the sess crops

Give me the mic and watch me get props

[Chorus: The Genius]

Pass the bone, yo, kid, pass 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, 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 microphone