King Kunta

Em         F#m          G  Bm
   I got a bone to pick
                 Em
I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers
F#m                     G
Sittin' in my throne again
                       Bm                            Em
(Ayy, ayy, nigga what's happenin'? K-Dot back in the hood, nigga!)
    F#m          G
I'm mad (He mad!),
            Bm        Em
but I ain't stressin'
F#m             G     Bm
    True friends, one question

Em              F#m
   Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
G                           Bm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                      F#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
G                 Bm
Kunta, black man taking no losses,
    Em                 F#m
(Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
G                           Bm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                      F#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
G                         Bm
When you got the yams (What's the yams?)

Em  F#m    G                     Bm
       The yam is the power that be
Em  F#m        G                                  Bm
       You can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street
            Em              F#m
(Oh yes, we can, oh yes, we can)
          G      Bm
I can dig rappin',
Em       F#m
   but a rapper with a ghost writer?
G                Bm
   What the fuck happened?
     Fm
(Oh, no!)
G#                    Cm
   I swore I wouldn't tell,
Fm                           Gm
   but most of y'all sharing bars
                        G#                Cm
Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell
           Fm    Gm
(A two man cell?)
                   G#                         Cm
Something's in the water (Something's in the water)
Fm                       Gm
   And if I gotta brown-nose for some gold
         G#                     Cm
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller

      Em                 F#m
(Oh, yeah!) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
G                           Bm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em
King Kunta
                F#m
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
       G
(King) Kunta
          Bm                        Em
Black man taking no losses, (oh, yeah)
             F#m
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
G                           Bm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                      F#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him (King Kunta)
G                      Bm
When you got the yams (What's the yams?)

Fm Gm     G#                             Cm    Fm Gm
      The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor
      G#                        Cm    Fm Gm
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
G#     Cm            Fm
24/7, 365 days times two
                    Gm
I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage
        G#                          Cm
Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say¦

    Em                F#m
(Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
G                           Bm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                      F#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
G                 Bm
Kunta, black man taking no losses,
 Em             F#m
    Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
G                           Bm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                      F#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

N.C.
You goat-mouth mammyfucker
            Em                              F#m
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
     G                           Bm
Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help
     Em                       F#m
This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
     G                          Bm
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
        Em                    F#m
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton!"
         G                               Bm
I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest
      Em                         F#m
And I put that on my mama and my baby boo too
N.C                                                     Em
Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo woo!
         F#m                       G                     Bm
Ah yeah, fuck the judge, I made it past twenty-five, and there I was
         Em                          F#m
A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him
G                     Bm
Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
           Em                 F#m              G
Screamin' "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?"
     Bm
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Em                                 F#m
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
       G                        Bm
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king

N.C.
Bitch, where was you when I was walkin'â(*POP*)
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within youâ(*POP*)
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                      F#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
G                 Bm
Kunta, black man taking no losses,
    Em                F#m
(Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
G                           Bm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                      F#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

Em F#m G Bm
Em F#m G Bm
Em F#m
(Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk)
            G    Bm  Em  F#m
We want the funk
            G
We want the funk
          Bm                        Em         F#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
            G
We want the funk
          Bm                          Em       F#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
            G
We want the funk
          Bm                        Em         F#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
            G
We want the funk
        Bm              Em  F#m
(Do you want the funk?)
            G
We want the funk
        Bm              Em  F#m
(Do you want the funk?)
            G
We want the funk
          Bm                          Em       F#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
N.C.
We want the funk

N.C.
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence

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