Pass the Bone - Masta Killa

Uh, y’all niggaz should have some of this shit

Right here boy, it’s that good shit

Uh, it’s just one, two, one, two, replace the beat

Aiyo, aiyo, checka, checka, checka, check it out, uh, mothafuckin'

I was feelin' lovely, pocket full of dough

I lil drunk, reaction madd slow

Thinkin', should I step to the Motherland?

And rep who?

The Wu-Tang Fam

Another thang beyond the fam I wanted to get repped

Put my lips on the Blunt tip

It’s been Two Weeks since our last Squad

Stepped in the Grand Resort

25 Dollar fee, plus I.D.

But a brotha like me Executive V.I.P.

Word, she took a bar seat

Had a tall glass of Hennessey and Peach

Turned to my left stood this chick, she was slammin'

What you do kid?

I examined her

Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name

What happened?

I didn’t have ****

Overwhelmed by the scent in the air

Could it be?

Yes, yeah, ha, ha

It was start tell the God Jamel, he had a bone

A blunt and that end shit

I said, «Pass the bone, pass the bone

Pass the bone kid, pass the bone»

He passed it, took one pour, I was blasted

Felt kinda stimulated, fantastic

We approached the weak Cipher

Did you surprised her?

Tranquilized her

Bagged her for her name and address

Slit to the rest, achieved mad success

We don’t front, we run things, here to tell you one thing

Run through town like stars, buy you broads, hottest Gods

We don’t front, we run things, here to tell you one thing

Run through town like stars, hottest bars, fuck you far

I shot a Night Club, shorty lookin' wit the Mean Mug

Ain’t showin' no love, it’s all good

I’m ready to float inside and rip the mic from

All I needed was a hydro bone

Guess who came down the Block Stumblin' Drunk?

I forget the brotha name but he had some stung

Check out the blunt, put the weed inside

Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied

Inhale without potent corpse

Exhale you know like 2 pools and off

Stimulated kinda Toxic, but don’t sleep

You know we got the drop, one shot wit the Heat

Some brothas be smokin'

That weed of the week

But neva me, just stick wit the ganja

Since remain ya, in ya area

We don’t front, we run things, here to tell you one thing

Run through town like stars, buy you broads, hottest Gods

We don’t front, we run things, here to tell you one thing

Run through town like stars, hottest bars, fuck you far