I got a bone to pick
I don't want your monkey
mouth motherf**kers
sittin' in my throne again
(Aye aye n***a what's
happenin' n***a K Dot
back in the hood n***a)
I'm mad
(He mad)
but I ain't stressin'
True friends
one question
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
Kunta
black man
taking no losses
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
When you got the yams
(What's the yams?)
The yam is the power
that be
You can smell it
when I'm walking
down the street
(Oh yes we can
Oh yes we can)
I can dig rapping
But a rapper
with a ghost writer
What the f**k 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
(In a two man cell)
Something's in the water
(Something's in the water)
And if I got a brown nose
for some gold then
I'd rather be a bum than
a motherf**kin' baller
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
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
When you got the yams
(What's the yams?)
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 enemies and say
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
Where were you when
I was walkin'? Now I run
the game got the whole
world talkin' King Kunta
everybody wanna cut
the legs off him
(Goat mouth mami f**ker)
I was gonna kill a couple
rappers but they did it to
themselves everybody's
suicidal they don't
even need my help
This 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
I could put it in my mama
and my baby boo too
twenty million walkin' out
the court buildin' woo woo
Ah yeah f**k the judge
I made it past 25
and there I was a little
nappy headed n***a
with the world behind him
Life ain't s**t
but a fat v**ina screamin'
"Annie are you ok?
Annie are you ok?"
Limo tinted with
the gold plates
straight from the bottom
to the belly of the beast
from a peasant to a prince
to a motherf**king king
Where you
when I was walkin'
(By the time you hear
the next pop)
(The funk shall be
within you)
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
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
(Funk, funk, funk
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)
(Now if I give
you the funk
you gon' take it?)
(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)
I remember you
was conflicted
misusing your influence