King Kunta

I got a bone to pick

I don't want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again

Aye aye nigga whats happenin' nigga K Dot back in the hood nigga

I'm mad He mad but I ain't stressin'

True friends one question

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 Kunta

Black man taking no losses

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

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 fuck happened Oh no I swore I wouldn't tell

But most of y'all share 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 got a brown nose for some gold then

I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller

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

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

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

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

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

You goat mouth mammy fucker

I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves

Everybody's suicidal they don'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 25 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 ok Annie are you ok

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

Bitch where was you when I was

By the time you hear the next pop the funk shall be withing 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

Bitch where was 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

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