Ricky
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"Shit! Rick!
C'mon man!"
"Ricky!"
"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 fuck 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 bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
Niggas 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 niggas 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 pitch
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 fucked up, woke up to a doctor
All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective
Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
Them five shots, they 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 nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw just for a cocked 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 'em, I'm goin' back to buy the block then
Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockings, rather face
God then twenty-five 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Game's song 'Ricky' are full of personal reflections and common struggles faced by people who grew up in Compton, California. The song starts with a soundbite of a man calling out for help, and then the singer of the song reminisces about his past and reflects on his struggles to survive as a black man in a tough neighborhood.


The lyrics talk about the singer's journey as he left Aftermath, the Dre-founded record label, after being too defiant for the label's norm. He talks about how he went from the streets to Interscope and then Independence, destroying Interscope in the process. He also talks about driving his Aston Martin at full speed, reflecting his wealth and how he came out of the poverty-stricken county. The lyrics also mention the number of women he has slept with, the number of cars he owns, and the number of goons he has.


The lyrics then shift to address the impacts of growing up in Compton, where people face the realities of violence and death every day. The song's title 'Ricky' is a nod to the character of the same name in the movie 'Boyz n The Hood.' Ricky's character is killed in a drive-by shooting, emblematic of the violence perpetrated in urban centers. The singer reflects on the difficulties his grandmother faced after losing her home, and how this affected him. The lyrics end with his brother getting shot, and the sound of bullets raining in his living room.


Line by Line Meaning

Blood of a slave, heart of a giant
Though born into hardship, I possess an unbreakable spirit.


Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
After conflict with my label, I chose to leave due to creative differences.


That was five years ago, look how fast it go
Time flies, enabling me to make much progress since then.


Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
I've achieved great success, but feel guilty for the missteps and risks taken.


But fuck that, blaze one, where the matches yo?
But let's not dwell on the negative, let's smoke and relax for a bit.


Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go
Drive my Aston Martin at high speeds to feel free and alive.


Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so
Dispose of my cigarette easily, so I can show off my wealth and possessions to passersby.


You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow
My wealth and extravagance are on full display for everyone to see.


How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
I'm living a glamorous lifestyle with many women and expensive cars.


How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
I have a lot of tough, loyal men at my side who are ready to defend me.


Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
There are those who would silence me, just like Malcolm X was silenced.


But standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome
Instead of being silenced, I chose to rebel and continue to make my voice heard.


Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
In order to cope with the pressure of my lifestyle, I occasionally take Valium to calm down.


Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
I attract many beautiful women with whom I enjoy spending time and being intimate.


So niggas think twice about my medallion or
My wealth and success are such that people think twice before crossing me.


You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky!"
If you anger me or try to take my possessions, you might end up like the character Ricky in the movie Boyz n the Hood.


My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
I feel a deep connection and loyalty to my hometown of Compton, and never cooperate with law enforcement.


Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the pitch
I am so wealthy and successful that I can afford to park my luxury cars while I play baseball on the street.


Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did
Through my influence and style, I made the Cincinatti Reds hat more popular than even the famous baseball player Ken Griffey Jr.


And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig
It's amazing to think that not long ago, someone tried to kill me by shooting at my head.


Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib
I was shot twice, and though one bullet hit my rib, the other narrowly missed my heart.


Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear
After being shot, I lost consciousness and heard only ringing in my ears.


Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor
After regaining consciousness, I was disoriented and found myself in a hospital.


All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
Even in my state of confusion, I was worried about losing my illegal drugs and firearms to law enforcement.


They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective
The police were pressuring me to reveal information, but I refused to snitch, like the famous singer Frank Sinatra would refuse to do.


Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
I made my refusal to snitch perfectly clear, just like the clear vodka brand Belvedere.


Them five shots, they created a monster
The attack on my life made me stronger and more determined than ever before.


Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton
I am a force to be reckoned with, comparable to the famously tough Hell's Kitchen neighborhood in New York City.


I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
I related to the experiences depicted in the movie Boyz n the Hood, and recognized actor Morris Chestnut from the film.


2Pac was the real life "Ricky!"
The late rapper Tupac Shakur was comparable to the character Ricky from Boyz n the Hood, both victims of senseless violence.


Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
I firmly believe that the person who killed Tupac Shakur was later killed in retaliation.


If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
I am so confident in my belief that I'm willing to swear on my city and my own name.


I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims
In Compton, even something as simple as car rims can lead to deadly violence.


And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim
Wearing a hat at the wrong angle can even lead to being assaulted.


Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options
In Compton, people don't trust the police and refuse to cooperate with them.


Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
I had dreams of being a professional boxer, but the harsh realities of my environment limited my options.


Then my grandmother house went up for auction
After my grandmother's death, her home was sold at auction, causing me great distress.


And that's what killed 'em, I'm goin' back to buy the block then
The loss of my grandmother's home was a major blow, but it has fueled my desire to work hard and rebuild my community.


Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
Too many of my friends and neighbors are trapped in a cycle of violence and poverty, but I am determined to fight for them, even referring to the famous lawyer Johnnie Cochran.


With they faith under stockings, rather face
Even when facing difficult times, I and my community hold on to faith and hope for a better future.


God then twenty-five with no options
Instead of giving in to despair, we turn to God for guidance and strength, knowing that without hope we are truly stuck.


If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Violent crime is a major issue in Compton, ranking it among the most dangerous places to live in America.


Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
Even though violence is commonplace, some people take it to the next level, wearing theatrical makeup while committing horrific crimes.


With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground
The weapon of choice for these brutal criminals is often a small but powerful gun known as a "tre-pound", firing many rounds at once.


This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down
The sound of violence and destruction is all too familiar to me and my community, as even my own brother was shot and killed.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Written by: KHALIL ABDUL-RAHMAN, DANIEL TANNENBAUM, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR

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