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letra de king kunta (mixed) - kendrick lamar

[intro]
i got a bone to pick
i don’t want you monkey-mouth motherf-ckers
sittin’ in my throne again
ayy, ayy, n-gga, what’s happenin’?
k-dot back in the hood, n-gga
i’m mad (he mad), but i ain’t stressin’
true friends, one question

[verse 1]
the yam is the powеr that be
you can smell it when i’m walkin’ down thе street
(oh yes, we can, oh yes, we can)
i can dig rappin’, but a rapper with a ghostwriter?
what the f-ck 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 motherf-ckin’ baller (oh yeah)
[chorus]
b-tch, 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
b-tch, 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]
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]
b-tch, 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
b-tch, 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]
you goat-mouth mammyf-cker
i was gonna k!ll a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
everybody’s suicidal, they ain’t even need my help
this sh-t 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 mama and my baby boo too
twenty million walkin’ out the court buildin’, woo-woo
aw, yeah, f-ck the judge
i made it past twenty-five, and there i was
a little nappy-headed n-gga with the world behind him
life ain’t sh-t but a fat v-g-n-
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 motherf-ckin’ king (oh yeah)

[chorus]
b-tch, where you when i was walkin’—-gunshot-
by the time you hear the next pop
the funk shall be within you

- kendrick lamar

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