King Kunta

I got a bone to pick
I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers
Sittin' 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 be
You 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 bars
Like 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 gold
Then 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 Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
(King) 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 (King Kunta)
When you got the yams (What's the yams?)

[Verse 2]
The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
24/7, 365 days times two
I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage
Just 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 mammyfucker
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help
This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton!"
I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest
And I put that on my mama and my baby boo too
Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo woo!
Ah yeah, fuck the judge, I made it past twenty-five, and there I was
A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him
Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
Screamin' "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?"
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
From 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 pop
The funk shall be within youâ(*POP*)

[Outro 2x 2x]
(Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk)
We want the funk
We 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