King Kunta (Mixed)

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 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 When you got the yams—(What's the yams?) [Verse 1] The yam is the powеr that be You can smell it when I'm walkin' down thе 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 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 (Oh yeah) [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 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 When you got the yams—(What's the yams?) [Verse 2] The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five days times two I was contemplatin' gettin' off stage Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say (Oh yeah) [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 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 [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 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 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 (Oh yeah) [Chorus] Bitch, where you when I was walkin'— By the time you hear the next pop The funk shall be within you