I got a bone to pick

I don't want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again

(Aye aye nigga whats happenin' nigga, k dot back in the hood nigga)

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

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 rapping, but a rapper with a ghost writer

What the fuck 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 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, kunta

Black man taking no losses

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 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...

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

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 mammy fucker

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

Everybody's suicidal they don'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'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 fuck the judge

I made it past 25 and there I was

A little nappy headed nigga with the world behind him

Life ain't shit but a fat vagina

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 motherfucking king.

Bitch 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

Bitch 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.