Ricky Lyrics & Tabs by Game
Ricky
guitar chords lyrics
Shit, Rick, c'mon man
Ricky
Help me, help me, somebody, help me
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky
Blood of a slave, heart of a giant
Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago, look how fast it go
Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
But fuck that, blaze one, where the matches yo?
Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go
Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow
How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
But standin' in the window case, smokin' was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
So niggas think twice about my medallion
All you'll hear's Cuba Gooding yellin' Ricky
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton, zero percent snitch
Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did
And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig
Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib
Then I blacked out like a movie, all I could hear
let's get him, let's get him
Get him, man, get him
Cut em off, cut 'em off
cut 'em off, go man go
Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor
All I could think about
Was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing like Sinatra
I told the detective, "Get this clear like Belvedere vodka"
Them five shots created a monster
Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz N The Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the real life "Ricky"
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lyin' then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim
Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options
Wanted to be a boxer but I was boxed in
Then my grandmother house went up for auction
And that's what pimped, I'm goin' back to buy the block then
Too many niggas locked in
Dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockin's
Rather face God then 25 with no options
If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground
This how my livin' room sound
When my brother got shot down
Ricky, no
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky
No, Ricky
Give me the baby, give me the baby
He don't need to be seeing this
