King Kunta (Acoustic) by Kendrick Lamar
Key: EmEm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
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Verse 1
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       I got a bone to pick
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I don't want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again
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      I'm mad (He mad)    but I ain't stressin'
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        True friends,    one question
Chorus
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   Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
G             G            Bm    Am
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin'
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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
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When you got the yams (What's the yams?)
Verse 2
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           The yam is the power that be
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          You can smell it when I'm walking down the street
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(Oh yes we can,   oh yes we can)
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I can dig rapping,
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      but a rapper with a ghost writer
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What the fuck ha-ppened?
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(Oh no)      I swore I wouldn't tell
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   But most of you share bars like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell        (A two man cell)
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         Something's in the water (Something's in the wa--ter)
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  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
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            The yam brought it out of Richard Pry--or
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            Manipulated Bill Clinton with de--sires
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            twenty four seven, three sixty five days times -
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two, I was contemplatin' gettin' on stage
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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
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Everybody's suicidal they don't even need my help
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This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
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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"
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I should probably run for Mayor when I'm done, to be honest
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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
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    Ah yeah fuck the judge
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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
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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
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        We want the funk
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        We want the funk      Now if I give you the funk, you gon' 
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    take it,  We want the funk     Now if I give you the funk, you gon'
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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
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        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