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 p*** you the bone

P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, so I can rule the micraphone

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, g***ed his way in for free
Word, took a bar seat
Got a tall gl***, of *** on the beach

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 Loud Jerome
They had a bone, you mean a blunt? A palmetto

I said p*** the bone, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
They p***ed it, took one pull I was blasted
Felt kind of stimulated, fantastic

We 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 shoulda heard her moan

P*** the bone, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
Yo Genius, flip the micraphone

Yo, p*** the bone, kid p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** 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

Oxy wash, oh my gosh, yo not to disrespect
But back to the su**ect
The brothers rolled up on the scene that I had known
Smelled the skunk and said, 'Yo p*** the bone'

I said, 'Lounge G there's not enough to p*** 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

P*** the bone, yo, kid p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone

P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, kid, p*** the bone
P*** the bone, so I control the microphone