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
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We want the funk
N.C.