King Kunta

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I got a bone to pick.

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

Ayy, ayy, nigga, what's happening? 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. -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. Where you got the yams?

What's the yams?

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 Ghostwriter, what the fuck happened?

Oh, no.

I swore I wouldn't tell.

But most of y'all sharing bars like you got to buy the 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' boss. -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.

-Where you got the yams? -What's the yams?

The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor.

Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires.

Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five days times two.

I was contemplating getting off stage just to go back to the hood, see my enemy is safe.

-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.

-You goat-mouth mammy fucker.

-I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves. Everybody suicidal, they didn't even need my help.

This shit is elementary, I'd probably go to jail.

If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left. Stuck a flag in my city, everybody screaming, "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 walking out the court, Betty Woo-Woo.

Aw, 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.

Screaming, "Andy, are you okay?

Andy, are you okay? " Limousine with the gold plates, straight from the bottom. Mr.

Belly of the beast, from a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king.

-Oh, yeah. -Bitch, 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. -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.

We want -the funk. We want the funk.

-Now if I give you the funk, you gonna -take it. -We want the funk.

Now if I give you the funk, you gonna take it.

-We want the funk.

-Now if I give you the funk, you gonna 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 gonna take it.

-We want the funk.

-I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence