LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeKing Kunta
I got a bone to pickI don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckersSittin' in my throne again(Ayy, ayy, nigga what's happenin'? K-Dot back in the hood, nigga!)I'm mad (He mad!),but I ain't stressin'True friends, one question[Chorus]Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him[Próxima Parte]Kunta, black man taking no losses,(Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him[Próxima Parte]When you got the yams (What's the yams?)[Verse 1]The yam is the power that beYou can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street(Oh yes, we can, oh yes, we can)I can dig rappin',but a rapper with a ghost writer?What the fuck happened?(Oh, no!)I swore I wouldn't tell,but most of y'all sharing barsLike you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell(A two man cell?)Something's in the water (Something's in the water)And if I gotta brown-nose for some goldThen I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller[Chorus](Oh, yeah!) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'King KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off him(King) KuntaBlack man taking no losses, (oh, yeah)Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him (King Kunta)When you got the yams (What's the yams?)[Verse 2]The yam brought it out of Richard PryorManipulated Bill Clinton with desires24/7, 365 days times twoI was contemplatin' gettin' on stageJust to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say¦[Chorus][Próxima Parte]Kunta, black man taking no losses,[Refrão] (repetir)[Verse 3]You goat-mouth mammyfuckerI was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselvesEverybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my helpThis shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jailIf I shoot at your identity and bounce to the leftStuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton!"I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honestAnd I put that on my mama and my baby boo tooTwenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo woo!Ah yeah, fuck the judge, I made it past twenty-five, and there I wasA little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind himLife ain't shit but a fat vaginaScreamin' "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?"Limo tinted with the gold platesStraight from the bottom, this the belly of the beastFrom a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king[Chorus]Bitch, where was you when I was walkin'â(*POP*)By the time you hear the next popThe funk shall be within youâ(*POP*)[Outro 2x 2x](Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk)We want the funkWe want the funk(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)We want the funk(Do you want the funk?)We want the funk(Do you want the funk?)We want the funk(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)We want the funk[Poem]I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence
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