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          
(Ayy, ayy, nigga what's happenin'? 
                  Em
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

[Chorus]
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?)

[Verse 1]
Em  F#m    G                     Bm
       The yam is the power that be
Em  F#m        G                
       You can smell it when I'm
                  Bm
 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#       
Like you got the bottom bunk in a 
         Cm
two-man cell
           Fm    Gm
(A two man cell?)
                   G#   
Something's in the water 
                      Cm
(Something's in the water)
Fm                       Gm
   And if I gotta brown-nose for 
some gold
         G#                    
Then I'd rather be a bum than a 
 Cm
motherfuckin' baller

[Chorus]
      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
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                F#m
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
       G
(King) Kunta
          Bm                    
Black man taking no losses, (oh, 
    Em
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?)

[Verse 2]
Fm Gm     G#                    
      The yam brought it out of 
         Cm    Fm Gm
Richard Pryor
      G#                     
Manipulated Bill Clinton with 
   Cm    Fm Gm
desires
G#     Cm            Fm
24/7, 365 days times two
                    Gm
I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage
        G#                         
Just to go back to the hood, see my
 Cm
 enemy, and say¦

[Chorus]
    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

[Verse 3]
N.C.
You goat-mouth mammyfucker
            Em                     
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, 
         F#m
but they did it to themselves
     G                           
Everybody's suicidal, they ain't 
Bm
even need my help
     Em                      
This shit is elementary, I'll 
 F#m
probably go to jail
     G                         
If I shoot at your identity and 
 Bm
bounce to the left
        Em                    F#m
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's
 screamin' "Compton!"
         G                         
I should probably run for mayor 
      Bm
when I'm done, to be honest
      Em                         
And I put that on my mama and my 
F#m
baby boo too
N.C                                 
                    Em
Twenty million walkin' out the court
 buildin', woo woo!
         F#m                       
Ah yeah, fuck the judge, I made it 
G                     Bm
past twenty-five, and there I was
         Em                        
A little nappy-headed nigga with 
  F#m
the world behind him
G                     Bm
Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
           Em                 
Screamin' "Annie, are you okay? 
F#m              G
Annie, are you okay?"
     Bm
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Em                                 
Straight from the bottom, this the 
F#m
belly of the beast
       G                       
From a peasant to a prince to a 
 Bm
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'
     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

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

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