King Kunta

Written by：Ahmad A Lewis/Mark Anthony Spears/Kendrick Lamar/Johnny Burns/Stefan Kendal Gordy/Michael Joe Jackson

I got a bone to pick

I don't want you monkey mouth

'Cause sittin' in my throne again aye aye

What's happen

K dot back in the hood

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

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 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 gotta brown nose for some gold

Then I'd rather be a bum than a

Baller

Where you

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

Jim kunta black man taking no losses

Where you

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

When you got the yams what's the yams

The yam brought it out of richard pryor

Manipulated bill clinton with desires

24 7 3 65 days times two

I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage

Just to go back to the hood

See my enemy and say

Where you

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

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

I was gonna kill a couple rappers

But they did it to themselves

Everybody's suicidal

They don't even need my help

This 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 the judge

I made it past 25 and there I was

A little nappy headed

With the world behind him

Life ain't

But a fat

Acreamin' 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

King

Where you

Where you when I was walkin'

By the time you hear the next pop

The phone 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

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