Game - Ricky Lyrics

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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

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

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Two to the chest struck his heart one hit his rib

Then i blacked out like a movie all i could hear

[incomprehensible] let's get him let's get him

Get him man get him

Cut em off cut 'em off

[incomprehensible] 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

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