Terrace Martin - King Kunta lyrics

[Intro] I got a bone to pick I don't want you monkey-mouth motherf**ers Sittin' in my throne again Ay, ay, what's happenin'? K-Dot back in the hood, n***a! I'm mad (He mad!), but I ain't stressin' True friends, one question [Hook] b**h, 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 b**h, 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 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 rappin', but a rapper with a ghost writer? What the f** 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) Somethin's in the water And if I gotta brown nose for some gold Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherf**in' baller [Hook] b**h, 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 b**h, 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 24/7, 365 days times two, I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy and say [Hook] b**h, 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 b**h, 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 mammyf**er I was gonna k** a couple rappers but they did it to themselves Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help This sh** 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, f** the judge, I made it past 25 and there I was A little nappy-headed n***a with the world behind him Life ain't sh** 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 motherf**in' king [Hook 2] b**h where was you when I was—(*POP*) By the time you hear the next pop The funk shall be within you—(*POP*) 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 b**h where was you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin', King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him [Outro] (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 [Poem] I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence [Produced by Sounwave; Additional production by Terrace Martin]