What Happens Now

Various Artists

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What Happens Now Song Lyrics
I got a bone to pick
I don't want you monkey-mouth
Sittin' in my throne again
(Ay-ay, what's happening? K-Dot back in the hood)
I'm mad (he mad), but I ain't stressing
True friends, one question

Where were you when I was walking?
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)

Where were you when I was walking?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
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 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)
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 motherf- baller (oh yeah)

Where were you when I was walking?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Kunta, black man taking no losses
Where you when I was walking?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
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, 365 days times two
I was contemplating getting on stage
Just to go back to the hood
See my enemy and say (oh, yeah)

Where were you when I was walking?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
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 talking
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

(You goat mouth mammyf-)
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
Everybody 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 screaming 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

20 million walking out the court building, woo-woo
Aw, yeah, f- the judge
I made it past 25 and there I was
A little nappy headed with the world behind him
Life ain't s- but a fat v-

Screamin', "Annie, are you okay?
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 king (oh yeah)
Where were you when I was-

By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you

Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
(King) Kunta, black man taking no losses
Where were you when I was walking
Now I run the game, got the whole world talking
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 gone take it)
We want the funk
(Now if I give you the funk, you gone take it)
We want the funk
(Now if I give you the funk, you gone 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
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