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I got a bone to pickI don't want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again(Aye aye nigga whats happenin' nigga, K Dot back in the hood nigga)I'm mad (He mad), but I ain't stressin'True friends, one questionBitch where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off him, KuntaBlack man taking no lossesBitch where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin', King KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off himWhen you got the yams (What's the yams?)The yam is the power that beYou 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 fuck happened? (Oh no) I swore I wouldn't tellBut most of y'all 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 motherfuckin' ballerBitch where you when I was walkin'?Letras de cancionesNow I run the game got the whole world talkin', King KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off him, KuntaBlack man taking no lossesBitch where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin', King KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off himWhen you got the yams (What's the yams?)The yam brought it out of Richard PryorManipulated Bill Clinton with desires24/7, 365 days times twoI was contemplatin' gettin' on stageJust to go back to the hood see my enemies and say...Bitch where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off him, KuntaBlack man taking no lossesBitch where you when I was walkin'?Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin', King KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off him(You goat mouth mammy fucker)I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselvesEverybody's suicidal they don't even need my helpThis shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jailIf I shoot at your identity and bounce to the leftStuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton"I should probably run for Mayor when I'm done, to be honestAnd I put that on my Mama and my baby boo tooTwenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo woo!Ah yeah, fuck the judgeI made it past 25 and there I wasA little nappy headed nigga with the world behind himLife ain't shit but a fat vaginaScreamin' "Annie are you ok? Annie are you ok?"Limo tinted with the gold platesStraight from the bottom, this the belly of the beastFrom a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' kingBitch where was you when I was-(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 KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off him, (King) KuntaBlack man taking no lossesBitch where was you when I was walkin'Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King KuntaEverybody wanna cut the legs off him(Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk)We want the funkWe 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 funkI remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence From Letras Mania