I got a bone to pick

I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again (Aye, aye ****, what's happenin' ****? K-Dot back in the hood, ****)

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 walking 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 ya 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 motherfuckin' baller

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 (King Kunta)

When you got the yams (What's the yams?)

The yam brought it outta Richard Pryor

Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires

Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five days times two

I was contemplatin' gettin' on 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

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 (You goat-mouth mammyfucker)

I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves

Everybody's suicidal, they didn'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 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, fuck the judge

I made it past twenty-five, and there I was

A little nappy-headed **** 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'?

By the time you hear the next pop

The funk 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 (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