Game Ricky Lyrics

The R.E.D. Album Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Dr. Dre Intro
  • 2 The City
  • 3 Drug Test
  • 4 Martians vs. Goblins
  • 5 Red Nation
  • 6 Dr. Dre, Part 1
  • 7 Good Girls Gone Bad
  • 8 Ricky
  • 9 The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
  • 10 Heavy Artillery
  • 11 Paramedics
  • 12 Speakers on Blast
  • 13 Hello
  • 14 All the Way Gone
  • 15 Pot of Gold
  • 16 Dr. Dre, Part 2
  • 17 All I Know
  • 18 Born in the Trap
  • 19 Mama Knows
  • 20 California Dream
  • 21 Dr. Dre Outro
  • 22 Basic Bitch
  • "****! Rick!
    C'mon man!"
    "Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me!"
    "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 **** 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 *****es I ****, how many cars I drive
    How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
    *****s try to shut me up like Malcom
    But standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome

    Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
    Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
    So *****s think twice about my medallion or
    You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky!"
    My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
    Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the 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

    Feelin' all ****ed 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, they created a monster
    Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton
    I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
    2Pac was the real life "Ricky!"
    Then they shot down the ***** that shot him, I swear to God
    If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
    I'm from where *****s 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 killed 'em, I'm goin' back to buy the block then
    Too many *****s locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my *****s
    With they faith under stockings, rather face
    God then twenty-five 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 living room sound, when my brother got shot down

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