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King Kunta by Kendrick Lamar







           King Kunta 








Tuning: E A D G B E
 
[Intro]
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                            Em
(Ayy, ayy, nigga what's happenin'? 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                                  Bm
       You can smell it when I'm 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#                Cm
Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell
           Fm    Gm
(A two man cell?)
                   G#                         Cm
Something's in the water (Something's in the water)
Fm                       Gm
   And if I gotta brown-nose for some gold
         G#                     Cm
Then I'd rather be a bum than a 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
                F#m
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
       G
(King) Kunta
          Bm                        Em
Black man taking no losses, (oh, 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#                             Cm    Fm Gm
      The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor
      G#                        Cm    Fm Gm
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
G#     Cm            Fm
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]
    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                              F#m
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
     G                           Bm
Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help
     Em                       F#m
This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
     G                          Bm
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
        Em                    F#m
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton!"
         G                               Bm
I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest
      Em                         F#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#m                       G                     Bm
Ah yeah, fuck the judge, I made it past twenty-five, and there I was
         Em                          F#m
A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him
G                     Bm
Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
           Em                 F#m              G
Screamin' "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?"
     Bm
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Em                                 F#m
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
       G                        Bm
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'
     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
 
[Outro]
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                        Em         F#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
            G
We want the funk
          Bm                          Em       F#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
            G
We want the funk
          Bm                        Em         F#m
(Now if I give you the funk, you 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                          Em       F#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








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version 2 









Tuning: E A D G B E
 
[Intro]
Em Em G G G G Bm Am
 
[Verse 1]
Em Em          G            G  G  G   Bm Am
       I got a bone to pick
                 Em           Em            G             G             G  G   Bm Am
I don't want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again
Em Em     G       G    G  G           Bm  Am
      I'm mad (He mad)    but I ain't stressin'
Em Em G      G       G G     Bm  Am
        True friends,    one question
 
[Chorus]
Em Em          G              G
   Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
G             G            Bm    Am
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
     Em         Em         G            G       G
King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta
G         Bm     Am
Black man taking no losses
 
Em Em          G              G
   Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
G             G            Bm    Am
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
     Em         Em         G            G
King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
G                G     Bm     Am
When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
 
[Verse 2]
Em Em G G      G          G          Bm Am
           The yam is the power that be
Em Em G G         G                 G                Bm    Am
          You can smell it when I'm walking down the street
               Em    Em          G
(Oh yes we can,   oh yes we can)
G         G       G  Bm Am
I can dig rapping,
Em Em       G             G            G
      but a rapper with a ghost writer
G             Bm Am
What the fuck ha-ppened?
 
    Fm Fm G#         G#             G# G#  C#m A#m
(Oh no)      I swore I wouldn't tell
Fm             Fm        G#            G#             G#        G#          C#m A#m
   But most of you share bars like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell        (A two man cell)
Fm Fm G# G#                 G#     G#                 C#m A#m
         Something's in the water (Something's in the wa--ter)
Fm         Fm          G#            G#            G#          G#         C#m   A#m
  And if I got a brown nose for some gold then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller
 
[Chorus]
Em Em          G              G
   Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
G             G            Bm    Am
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
     Em         Em         G            G       G
King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta
G         Bm     Am
Black man taking no losses
 
Em Em          G              G
   Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
G             G            Bm    Am
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
     Em         Em         G            G
King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
G                G     Bm     Am
When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
 
[Verse 3]
Fm Fm G# G#      G#            G#             C#m  A#m
            The yam brought it out of Richard Pry--or
Fm Fm G# G#        G#        G#           C#m A#m
            Manipulated Bill Clinton with de--sires
Fm Fm G# G# G#          G#           C#m   A#m
            twenty four seven, three sixty five days times -
Fm         Fm            G#         G#
two, I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage
        G#             G#          C#m A#m
Just to go back to the hood see my ene-mies and say...
 
[Chorus]
Em Em          G              G
   Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
G             G            Bm    Am
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
     Em         Em         G            G       G
King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta
G         Bm     Am
Black man taking no losses
 
Em Em          G              G
   Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
G             G            Bm    Am
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
     Em         Em         G            G
King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
N.C.
You goat mouth mammy fucker
 
[Verse 4]
            Em            Em               G             G
I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves
     G         G                Bm   Am
Everybody's suicidal they don't even need my help
     Em         Em            G              G
This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
     G              G           Bm     Am
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
        Em         Em         G                 G
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin' "Compton"
         G                G              Bm    Am
I should probably run for Mayor when I'm done, to be honest
      Em             Em          G        G
And I put that on my Mama and my baby boo too
       G               G             Bm       Am
Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin' woo woo
Em  Em      G              G
    Ah yeah fuck the judge
          G           Bm     Am
I made it past 25 and there I  was
         Em           Em             G         G
A little nappy headed nigga with the world behind him
G          G          Bm  Am
Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
           Em            Em  G  G             G    G
Screamin' "Annie are you ok?    Annie are you ok?"
     Bm     Am
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Em                Em               G            G
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
       G            G           Bm    Am
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfucking king
 
[Interlude]
N.C.
Bitch where was you when I was walkin'-
N.C.
(By the time you hear the next pop, the funk shall be within you)
 
[Chorus]
N.C
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
     Em         Em         G            G       G
King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta
G         Bm     Am
Black man taking no losses
Em Em          G              G
   Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
G             G            Bm    Am
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
     Em         Em         G            G       G
King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
 
[Outro]
 
Em Em G    G             G G  Bm Am
        We want the funk
Em Em G    G             G G           Bm       Am
        We want the funk      Now if I give you the funk, you gon' 
Em       Em G    G             G G          Bm       Am
    take it,  We want the funk     Now if I give you the funk, you gon'
Em      Em G    G             G G          Bm       Am
take it,     We want the funk     Now if I give you the funk, you gon'
Em       Em G    G             G G        Bm   Am
    take it,  We want the funk     Do you want the funk
 
Em Em G    G             G G        Bm   Am
        We want the funk     Do you want the funk
Em Em G    G             G G           Bm       Am                 Em      Em
        We want the funk      Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it
N.C.
We want the funk
N.C.
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence










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