Pass the Bone (Remix)

[Intro: Masta Killa] Uh, y'all niggas should have some of this shit right here boy It's that good shit Uh, it's just...1-2, 1-2, replace the beat A-yo; a-yo, check-a, check-a, check-a Check it out Uh, motherfucking [Verse 1: Masta Killa] I was feeling lovely, pocket full of dough A little drunk, reaction mad slow Thinking, should I step to the motherland? And rep who? The Wu-Tang Clan Another thing, beyond the fam I wanted to get ripped Put my lips on the blunt tip It's been two weeks since I last sparked Stepped in the Grand Resort $25 Dollar fee, plus I.D But a brother like me Executive V.I.P Word! Took a bar seat Had a tall glass of Hennessey and Peach She turned to my left, seen this chick, she was slamming What you do kid? I examined her Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name What happened? I didn't have the.. Overwhelmed by the scent in the air Could it be? Yes, yea, Ha ha It was Startel The God Jamel, he had a bone A blunt of that ill shit I said, "pass the bone, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone" He passed it, took one pull, I was blasted Felt kind of stimulated, fantastic Reapproached the weak cypher Did you surprise her? Tranquilized her Bagged her for her name and address Slid to the rest, achieved mad success Ha ha, yeah [Chorus: Startel God Allah] We don't front, we run things Here to tell you one thing Run through town like stars Flyest broads, hottest cars We don't front, we run things Here to tell you one thing Run through town like stars Hottest bars, fuck you frauds [Verse 2: Masta Killa] I was at a night club, shorty grilling with the mean mug Ain't showing no love, it's all good I'm ready to float inside and rip the mic phone Hmm, all I needed was a hydro bone Guess who came down the block stumbling drunk? I forget the brother name but he had some skunk Took out the blunt, put the weed inside Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied Inhale ‎– without pertaining a cough Exhale ‎– you know like two pulls and all Stimulated kind of toxie, but don't sleep You know we got the drop, one shot wit the heat Some brothers be smoking that weed of the week But never me, just strictly the Ganja Sinsemilla in your area [Chorus: Startel God Allah] We don't front, we run things Here to tell you one thing Run through town like stars Flyest broads, hottest cars We don't front, we run things Here to tell you one thing Run through town like stars Hottest bars, fuck you frauds