King Kunta (Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)
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