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
