Kendrick Lamar - King Kunta lyrics

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

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?)

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 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)

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?)

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)

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

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 momma
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)

Bitch, where you when I was walkin' Gunshot
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you Gunshot
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

Funk, funk, 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