[Produced by Sounwave; Additional production by Terrace Martin]

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]

I got a bone to pick

I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers

Sittin' in my throne again

Ayy, ayy, nigga, what's happenin'?

K-Dot back in the hood, nigga!

I'm mad (He mad!), but I ain't stressin'

True friends, one question

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?

Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'

King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah

Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?

Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'

King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

When you got the yams—(What's the yams?)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

The yam is the power that be

You can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street

(Oh yes, we can, oh yes, we can)

I can dig rappin', but a rapper with a ghostwriter?

What the fuck happened? (Oh no!)

I swore I wouldn't tell, but most of y'all sharing bars

Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell (A two-man cell)

Something's in the water (Something's in the water)

And if I gotta brown-nose for some gold

Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller (Oh yeah!)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?

Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'

King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah

Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?

Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'

King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

When you got the yams—(What's the yams?)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor

Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires

Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five days times two

I was contemplatin' gettin' off stage

Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say… (Oh yeah)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?

Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'

King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah

Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?

Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'

King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

You goat-mouth mammyfucker

I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves

Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help

This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail

If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left

Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin', "Compton!"

I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest

And I put that on my momma and my baby boo too

Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo-woo!

Aw, yeah, fuck the judge

I made it past twenty-five, and there I was

A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him

Life ain't shit but a fat vagina

Screamin', "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?"

Limo tinted with the gold plates

Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast

From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king (Oh yeah)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Bitch, where you when I was walkin'—*Gunshot*

By the time you hear the next pop

The funk shall be within you—*Gunshot*

Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'

King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah

Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?

Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'

King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Whitney Alford]

Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk

We want the funk

We want the funk

Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?

We want the funk

Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?

We want the funk

Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?

We want the funk

Do you want the funk?

We want the funk

Do you want the funk?

We want the funk

Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?

We want the funk

[Poem: Kendrick Lamar]

I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence