King Kunta is a popular rap song by Kendrick Lamar from the 2015 album To Pimp a Butterfly. Check words to Kendrick Lamar King Kunta Lyrics in English below.
King Kunta Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar
[Produced by Sounwave; Additional production by Terrace Martin]
[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
I got a bone to pick
I don’t want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers
Sittin’ in my throne again
Ayy, ayy, nigga, what’s happenin’?
K-Dot back in the hood, nigga!
I’m mad (He mad!), but I ain’t stressin’
True friends, one question
[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Bitch, 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, oh yeah
Bitch, 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?)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
The yam is the power that be
You can smell it when I’m walkin’ down the street
(Oh yes, we can, oh yes, we can)
I can dig rappin’, but a rapper with a ghostwriter?
What the fuck happened? (Oh no!)
I swore I wouldn’t tell, but most of y’all sharing 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 gotta brown-nose for some gold
Then I’d rather be a bum than a motherfuckin’ baller (Oh yeah!)
[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Bitch, 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, oh yeah
Bitch, 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?)
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five days times two
I was contemplatin’ gettin’ off stage
Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say… (Oh yeah)
[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Bitch, 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, oh yeah
Bitch, 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
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
You goat-mouth mammyfucker
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
Everybody’s suicidal, they ain’t even need my help
This shit 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 momma and my baby boo too
Twenty million walkin’ out the court buildin’, woo-woo!
Aw, yeah, fuck the judge
I made it past twenty-five, and there I was
A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him
Life ain’t shit but a fat vagina
Screamin’, “Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?”
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin’ king (Oh yeah)
[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Bitch, where you when I was walkin’—*Gunshot*
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you—*Gunshot*
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, oh yeah
Bitch, 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
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Whitney Alford]
Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, 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
[Poem: Kendrick Lamar]
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence
Writer(s): Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, Stephen Bruner