Ricky chords and lyrics - THE GAME

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[Verse 1]
"Shit! [Em]Rick!
[G]C'mon man!"[Am][Em]
[G][D][Em]
[G][D][Em]
[G]"Ri[Am]cky!"[D][Em]
[G][D][Em]
[G]
[Am][D][Em]
[Am][C][Am]
[C][Am]
[C]
"Help [Am]me! Help me! Somebody,
help me!"
"Ricky, Ricky!"
[F]"Ri[C]cky!"
[Am]

[Verse 2]
Blood of [C]a slave, heart of a giant
Had [Am]to leave Aftermath,
Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago,
[C]look how fast it go
Des[Am]troyin' Interscope, shot
myself like Plaxico
[Dm]But fuck that, blaze o[C]ne,
where the matches yo?
[Am]Hit the freeway and see
how fast the Aston go
[Dm]Roll the window down,
[C]clip off the ashes so
[Am]You can see all my diamonds and how
much cash I blow
How many bitches I fuck[C],
how many cars I drive
[G]How many goo[Am]ns I got,
count 'em and they all outside
Niggas try to shut [C]me up like Malcom
But [Am]standin' in the window caine

[Verse 3]
smoking was the outcome
[Dm]Sometimes I get a little [C]stressed
and pop a Valium
[Am]Hit Hollywood late night and knock
down a stallion
[Dm]So niggas think twice about
[C]my medallion or
You'll hear Cuba [G]Gooding yelling [Am]"Ricky!"
My nostalgia is one hundred percent
Compton and [C]zero percent snitch
Park [Am]a Bentley and the Phantom
on blocks while I use the pitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more
[C]famous than Griffey did
And [G]just to think,
[Am]several years ago they tried to split his wig
[Dm]Two to the chest, struck his h[C]eart,
one hit his rib
[Am]Then I blacked out, like a movie,
all I could hear
[Dm][C]

[Verse 4]
[Am]
Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor
[C]All I could think abo[Am]ut,
was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, like [C]Sinatra,
I told the detect[Am]ive
Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
[Dm]Them five shots,
they [C]created a monster
Hell's [Am]Kitchen comin'
straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz in the [Dm]Hood,
Morris Chestnut was [C]a actor
2Pac was [Am]the real life "Ricky!"
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him,
I [C]swear to God
If [G]I'm lying then [Am]Compton is
New York and I'm Rakim
I'm from where niggas get
[C]murdered over stock rims
[G]And punched in [Am]the jaw

[Verse 5]
just for a cocked brim
[Dm]Nobody mama let the cops[C] in,
we ain't got [Am]no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
[Dm]Then my grandmother hous[C]e
went up for auction
[Am]And that's what killed 'em,
I'm goin' back to buy the block then
Too many niggas locked [C]in,
dig up Cochran and [G]defend all [Am]my niggas
With they faith under stockings,
rather face
God then twenty- [C]five
with no options
[G]If Compton ain't [Am]the murder capital,
we in the top ten
Drive by [C]with our face painted,
like a clown
With a [Am]tre- pound,
forty shells bouncin' off the ground
This how [Dm]my living room sound, when [C]my brother got shot down

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