EmF#mGBm
I got a bone to pick
Em
I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers
F#mG
Sittin' in my throne again
BmEm
(Ayy, ayy, nigga what's happenin'? K-Dot back in the hood, nigga!)
F#mG
I'm mad (He mad!),
BmEm
but I ain't stressin'
F#mGBm
True friends, one question
[Chorus]
EmF#m
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
GBm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
EmF#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
GBm
Kunta, black man taking no losses,
EmF#m
(Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
GBm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
EmF#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
GBm
When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
[Verse 1]
EmF#mGBm
The yam is the power that be
EmF#mGBm
You can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street
EmF#m
(Oh yes, we can, oh yes, we can)
GBm
I can dig rappin',
EmF#m
but a rapper with a ghost writer?
GBm
What the fuck happened?
Fm
(Oh, no!)
G#Cm
I swore I wouldn't tell,
FmGm
but most of y'all sharing bars
G#Cm
Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell
FmGm
(A two man cell?)
G#Cm
Something's in the water (Something's in the water)
FmGm
And if I gotta brown-nose for some gold
G#Cm
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller
[Chorus]
EmF#m
(Oh, yeah!) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
GBm
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
BmEm
Black man taking no losses, (oh, yeah)
F#m
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
GBm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
EmF#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him (King Kunta)
GBm
When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
[Verse 2]
FmGmG#CmFmGm
The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor
G#CmFmGm
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
G#CmFm
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¦
[Chorus]
EmF#m
(Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
GBm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
EmF#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
GBm
Kunta, black man taking no losses,
EmF#m
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
GBm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
EmF#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
[Verse 3]
N.C.
You goat-mouth mammyfucker
EmF#m
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
GBm
Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help
EmF#m
This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
GBm
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
EmF#m
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton!"
GBm
I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest
EmF#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#mGBm
Ah yeah, fuck the judge, I made it past twenty-five, and there I was
EmF#m
A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him
GBm
Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
EmF#mG
Screamin' "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?"
Bm
Limo tinted with the gold plates
EmF#m
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
GBm
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king
[Chorus]
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'
EmF#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
GBm
Kunta, black man taking no losses,
EmF#m
(Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
GBm
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
EmF#m
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
[Outro]
EmF#mGBmEmF#mGBmEmF#m
(Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk)
GBmEmF#m
We want the funk
G
We want the funk
BmEmF#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
G
We want the funk
BmEmF#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
G
We want the funk
BmEmF#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
G
We want the funk
BmEmF#m
(Do you want the funk?)
G
We want the funk
BmEmF#m
(Do you want the funk?)
G
We want the funk
BmEmF#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
N.C.
We want the funk
[Poem]
N.C.
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence