"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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ****** up, woke up to a doctor All I could think about, was that the cops took my ****** 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 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 ****ed 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 her, 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 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...
[00:00.12]"*******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 ****** 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 ******es I ******, how many cars I drive [01:27.88]How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside [01:30.82]******s 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 ******s 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 ****** [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 ****** up, woke up to a doctor [02:12.53]All I could think about, was that the cops took my ****** 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 ****** 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 ******s get murdered over stock rims [02:42.99]And punched in the jaw just for a ****ed 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 ******s locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my ******s [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...
