King Kunta chords by Kendrick Lamar

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:
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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.