Ricky (Explicit)-The Game

[ti:Ricky] [ar:Game] [al:The R.E.D. Album] [offset:0] [00:00.12]"Sh*t! Rick! [00:02.22]C'mon man! " [00:36.32]"Ricky! " [00:38.82] [00:52.75]"Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me! " [00:56.05]"Ricky, Ricky! " [00:58.98]"Ricky! " [01:01.27]Blood of a slave, heart of a giant [01:04.58]Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant [01:07.27]That was five years ago, look how fast it go [01:10.49]Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico [01:13.18]But f**k that, blaze one, where the matches yo? [01:16.36]Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go [01:19.36]Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so [01:22.02]You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow [01:24.57]How many b**ches I f**k, how many cars I drive [01:27.88]How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside [01:30.82]Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom [01:32.69] [01:33.44]But standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome [01:36.25]Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium [01:39.32]Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion [01:42.06]So niggas think twice about my medallion or [01:44.50]You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! " [01:47.00]My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch [01:50.61]Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the b**ch [01:53.54]Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did [01:56.59]And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig [01:59.22]Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib [02:02.51]Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear... [02:04.59] [02:10.41]Feelin' all f**ked up, woke up to a doctor [02:12.53]All I could think about, was that the cops took my w**d and my choppers [02:16.71]They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective [02:20.09]Get this clear like Belvedere vodka [02:22.57]Them five shots created a monster [02:25.25]Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton [02:27.50]I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor [02:30.48]2Pac was the real life "Ricky! " [02:33.60]Then they shot down the ni**a that shot him, I swear to God [02:36.47]If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim [02:39.84]I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims [02:42.99]And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim [02:45.87]Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options [02:49.42]Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in [02:51.80]Then my grandmother house went up for auction [02:54.17]And that's what killed her, I'm goin' back to buy the block then [02:57.55]Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas [03:01.49]With they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options [03:06.11]If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten [03:08.86]Drive by with our face painted, like a clown [03:11.67]With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground [03:14.42]This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down...