Danny Tannenbaum - Ricky lyrics

[Produced by Rahki and DJ Khalil] [Intro: (Boyz in the Hood)] "sh**! Rick! C'mon man!" "Ricky!" "Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me!" "Ricky, Ricky!" "Ricky!" [Verse 1: Game] 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 f** 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 b**hes I f**, how many cars I drive How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside n***as try to shut me up like Malcom But standin' in the window K smoking was the outcome Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion So n***as 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... [Verse 2: Game] Feelin' all f**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 that shots 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 n***a that shot him, I swear to God If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim I'm from where n***as get murdered over stock rims And punched in the jaw just for a co*ked 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 k**ed her, I'm goin' back to buy the block then Too many n***as locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my n***as With 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 living room sound, when my brother got shot down... (Crying (sample from Boyz in the Hood))