Gold
Various Artists
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Gold Song LyricsI got a bone to pick
I don't want you monkey mouth
Sittin' in my throne again
(Aye aye whats happening
K Dot back in the hood)
I'm mad (he mad)
But I ain't stressing
True friends, one question
Where 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
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 is the power that be
(that be, that be, 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 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 baller
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
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
(Pryor, Pryor, Pryor)
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
Twenty four-seven, three sixty five days times two
I was contemplating getting on stage
Just to go back to the hood
See my enemy and say
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
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 mammy)
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
Twenty million walking
Out the court building
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
Screaming
"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 king
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 talking
King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
(King) Kunta
Black man taking no losses
Where was 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)
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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