Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ricky, artist - The Game. Album song The R.E.D. Album, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC, Interscope
Song language: English
Ricky |
| Doughboy: Shit! |
| Rick! |
| Come on, man! |
| Tre: 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 K 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 'bout my medallion or |
| You’ll hear Cuba Gooding yelling «Ricky!» |
| My nostalgia is a hunnid percent Compton, zero percent snitch |
| Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks where I used to pitch |
| 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 |
| Come on, let’s get 'em, let’s get em |
| Get 'em, man, get 'em |
| Cut him off, pull right here, cut him off |
| Go, man, go |
| Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor |
| All I could think about was if 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 that shots then 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, swear to God |
| If I’m lying 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 what killed her, I’m goin' back to buy the block then |
| Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran |
| And defend all my niggas ith they face under stockings |
| Rather face God than 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 |
| (Crying (sample from Boyz n the Hood)) |