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