Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
D#m
"Shit! Rick !
F#
G#m
D#m
C'mon man!"
F#
C#
D#m
F#
C#
D#m
F#
G#m
C#
D#m
"Ricky!"
F#
C#
D#m
F#
G#m
C#
D#m
G#m
B
G#m
B
G#m
B
G#m
"Help me! Help me! Somebody,
help me!"
"Ricky, Ricky!"
E
B
"Ricky!"
G#m
Verse 2
B
Blood of a slave, heart of a giant
G#m
Had to leave Aftermath,
Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago,
B
look how fast it go
G#m
Destroyin' Interscope, shot
myself like Plaxico
C#m
B
But fuck that, blaze one,
where the matches yo?
G#m
Hit the freeway and see
how fast the Aston go
C#m
Roll the window down,
B
clip off the ashes so
G#m
You can see all my diamonds and how
much cash I blow
B
How many bitches I fuck,
how many cars I drive
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G#m
How many goons I got,
count 'em and they all outside
B
Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
G#m
But standin' in the window caine
Verse 3
smoking was the outcome
C#m
B
Sometimes I get a little stressed
and pop a Valium
G#m
Hit Hollywood late night and knock
down a stallion
C#m
So niggas think twice about
B
my medallion or
F#
G#m
You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky!"
My nostalgia is one hundred percent
B
Compton and zero percent snitch
G#m
Park a Bentley and the Phantom
on blocks while I use the pitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more
B
famous than Griffey did
F#
And just to think,
G#m
several years ago they tried to split his wig
C#m
B
Two to the chest, struck his heart,
one hit his rib
G#m
Then I blacked out, like a movie,
all I could hear
C#m
B
Verse 4
G#m
Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor
B
G#m
All I could think about,
was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
B
They want me to sing, like Sinatra,
G#m
I told the detective
Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
C#m
Them five shots,
B
they created a monster
G#m
Hell's Kitchen comin'
straight out of Compton
C#m
I seen Boyz in the Hood,
B
Morris Chestnut was a actor
G#m
2Pac was the real life "Ricky!"
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him,
B
I swear to God
F#
G#m
If I'm lying then Compton is
New York and I'm Rakim
I'm from where niggas get
B
murdered over stock rims
F#
G#m
And punched in the jaw
Verse 5
just for a cocked brim
C#m
B
Nobody mama let the cops in,
G#m
we ain't got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
C#m
B
Then my grandmother house
went up for auction
G#m
And that's what killed 'em,
I'm goin' back to buy the block then
B
Too many niggas locked in,
F#
G#m
dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockings,
rather face
B
God then twenty- five
with no options
F#
G#m
If Compton ain't the murder capital,
we in the top ten
B
Drive by with our face painted,
like a clown
G#m
With a tre- pound,
forty shells bouncin' off the ground
C#m
B
This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down
Outro 1
G#m
B
C#m
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A#dim
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C#m
G#m
B
G#m
B
G#m
C#m
B
G#m
C#m
B
G#m
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