I got a bone to pick
I don't want you monkey mouth mother$#&@ers sittin' in my throne again
(Aye aye ^!$$% whats happenin' ^!$$%, 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 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 you share 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 got a brown nose for some gold then I'd rather be a bum than a mother$#&@in' baller

(*##$ 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 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
24/7, 365 days times two
I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage

Just to go back to the hood see my enemies and say...

(*##$ 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 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 $#&@er
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 ##&*%$
Screamin' "Annie are you ok? Annie are you ok?"

Limo tinted with the gold plates
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
From a peasant to a prince to a mother$#&@ing king


(*##$ where was you when I was walkin'-
[*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
(*##$ 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

(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