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