King Kunta (Explicit)

King Kunta (Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉馬爾)

Written by：Kendrick Lamar/M. Spears/J. Burns/D. Blake/M. Jackson/A. Lewis/S. Gordy

I got a bone to pick

I don't want you monkey mouth motherf**kers sittin' in my throne again

Aye aye ni**a what's happenin' ni**a K Dot back in the hood ni**a

I'm mad he mad but I ain't stressin'

True friends one question

B**ch 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

B**ch 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 f**k 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 motherf**kin' baller

B**ch 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

B**ch 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 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

B**ch 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

B**ch 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 f**ker

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

Everybody's suicidal they don't even need my help

This sh*t 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 f**k the judge

I made it past 25 and there I was

A little nappy headed ni**a with the world behind him

Life ain't sh*t 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 motherf**king king

B**ch where was 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

B**ch 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