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King Kunta Lyrics by Kendrick Lamar Kendrick Lamar
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I got a bone to pick
I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers
Sitting in my throne again
Ay, ay, what's happening K, dot back in the hood, nigga
I'm mad
But I ain't stressing
True friends
One question
Bitch, where you when I was walking
Now I run the game got the whole world talking, King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta
Black man taking no losses
Bitch, where you when I was walking
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking, King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
When you got the yams
The yam is the power that be
You can smell it when I'm walking down the street
Yes we can, yes we can
I can dig rapping
But a rapper with a ghost writer
What the fuck happened
I swore I wouldn't tell
But most of you all sharing bars
Like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell
A two man cell
Something's in the water
And if I gotta brown nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfucking baller
Bitch, where you when I was walking
Now I run the game got the whole world talking
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Black man taking no losses
Bitch, where you when I was walking
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
When you got 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 on stage
Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy and say
Bitch, where you when I was walking
Now I run the game got the whole world talking
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, King Kunta
Black man taking no losses
Bitch, where you when I was walking
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
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 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 building
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 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 motherfucking king
Bitch where was you when I was
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you POP
Now I run the game got the whole world talking
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Black man taking no losses
Bitch where was you when I was walking
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
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 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
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Ahmad A. Lewis, David Blake, Johnny Burns, Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Michael Joe Jackson, Stefan Kendal Gordy
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