King Kunta - Kendrick Lamar | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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Em        G
  I got a bone to pick
Bm Am               Em
   I don't want you monkeymouth motherfuckers
G                         Bm Am
Sittin' in my throne again
Em    G                Bm       Am
  I'm mad, but I ain't stressin'
Em G                  Bm      Am
    True friends, one question

[Chorus (1)]
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Em             G
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
                            Bm          Am
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                     G
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
                 Bm        Am
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Em             G
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
                            Bm          Am
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                     G
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

[Verse 1]
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                     Bm Am Em G                          Bm Am
When you got the yams          The yam is the power that be
Em G                                           Bm    Am
    You can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street
Em G                  Bm Am Em      G
    I can dig rappin',        but a rapper with a ghostwriter?
              Bm       Am
What the fuck happened?
Fm Ab                        Cm Bbm Fm                          Ab
     I swore I wouldn't tell,         but most of y'all sharing bars
                                             Cm Bbm Fm Ab                        Cm Bbm
Like you got the bottom bunk in a twoman cell            Something's in the water      
 Fm                    Ab
   And if I gotta brownnose for some gold
         Bbm         Ab         G             Em
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller Oh yeah!



[Verse 2]
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Am               G   D Em Fm Ab                                  Cm   Bbm
When you got the yams          The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor
Fm Ab                                Cm   Bbm
     Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
Fm Ab                      Cm        Bbm        Fm
     Twentyfourseven, threesixtyfive days times two
                    Ab
I was contemplatin' gettin' off stage
        Bbm            Ab           G          Em
Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say… Oh yeah



[Verse 3]
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            Em                              G
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
                                 Bm           Am
Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help
     Em                          G
This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
                                Bm            Am
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
        Em                    G
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin', "Compton!"
                                         Bm          Am
I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest
      Em                          G
And I put that on my momma and my baby boo too
                                     Bm           Am  Em
Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woowoo!
          G
Aw, yeah, fuck the judge
                               Bm         Am
I made it past twentyfive, and there I was
         Em                         G
A little nappyheaded nigga with the world behind him
                      Bm      Am
Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
           Em                   G
Screamin', "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?"
     Bm              Am
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Em                                 G
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
       Am           G           D             Em
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king Oh yeah

[Chorus (2)]
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Em
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin'
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                     G
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
                 Bm        Am
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Em             G
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
                            Bm          Am
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
     Em                     G
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

[Solo]
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Em G           Bm     Am Em           G                       Bm     Am     Em    G
    Funk, funk,  funk,     funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk,  funk,  funk,  funk
Bm Am Em G              Bm           Am        Em        G
          Now if I give you the funk,  you gon'  take it?
              Bm           Am         Em      G
Now if I give you the funk,  you gon' take it?
              Bm           Am        Em        G
Now if I give you the funk,  you gon'  take it?
       Bm            Am
Do you want the funk?
Em G       Bm            Am
    Do you want the funk?
Em G              Bm           Am         Em      G
    Now if I give you the funk,  you gon' take it?

[Outro]
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I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence