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Ricky
The Game Lyrics


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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 Game's song "Ricky" tells the story of a young man growing up in Compton, where he witnesses and experiences the harsh realities of life in the city. The lyrics begin with the rapper reflecting on his departure from his former label, Aftermath, and his current success. The chorus, consisting of the repeated name "Ricky," references the character from the movie "Boyz n the Hood" who is killed in a drive-by shooting. The lyrics reference Tupac Shakur, who was also shot and killed in a drive-by in Las Vegas.


The rapper describes his upbringing in Compton, where he witnessed violence and poverty firsthand. He references the auction of his grandmother's house and his desire to buy back the block where he grew up. He acknowledges the danger of life in Compton, where even a trip to the store can end in tragedy. Throughout the lyrics, The Game reflects on his own life and the lives of those around him, paying homage to those who have been lost and underscoring the need for change in his community.


Overall, "Ricky" is a powerful and poignant reflection on life in Compton, and the struggles faced by those who live there. The song highlights the need for change and the power of music to bring attention to important issues.


Line by Line Meaning

Blood of a slave, heart of a giant
I may be descended from slaves, but I have a strong will and a courageous heart


Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
Dr. Dre didn't want to deal with me anymore because of my rebellious attitude


That was five years ago, look how fast it go
Time flies by quickly, it's hard to believe it's already been five years


Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
I ruined my music career by doing something reckless, much like Plaxico Burress shooting himself in the leg


But fuck that, blaze one, where the matches yo?
I don't care about that anymore, let's smoke some weed


Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go
Let's drive fast on the highway in my Aston Martin


Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so
Let's get rid of the ashes from our blunt by throwing them out the window


You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow
Look at all my expensive jewelry and how much money I spend


How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
I've slept with many women and I own a lot of expensive cars


How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
I have a lot of dangerous men working for me, they're all waiting outside


Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
People are trying to silence me like how they did to Malcolm X


But standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome
Despite their efforts, I'm still here, smoking cocaine and standing in a window


Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
I take Valium when I'm feeling anxious or overwhelmed


Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
I go to Hollywood at night and sleep with a beautiful woman


So niggas think twice about my medallion or
People should be careful not to disrespect me or my jewelry


You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling 'Ricky!'
If anyone disrespects me, they'll be in trouble just like Ricky from the movie Boyz in the Hood


My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
I'm very loyal to Compton and I would never betray it to the police


Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the pitch
I leave my expensive cars parked and unused while I sell drugs


Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did
I made the Cincinnati baseball hat more popular than Ken Griffey Jr. did


And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig
People used to try to kill me, but I survived


Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib
Someone shot me twice in the chest, one bullet hit my heart and the other hit my rib


Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear
I passed out and everything went black, like in a movie


Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor
When I woke up, I felt terrible and there was a doctor there taking care of me


All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
The only thing on my mind was that the police took away my marijuana and guns


They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective
The police wanted me to confess to a crime, I refused to do so


Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
I'm making it clear that I won't talk to the police


Them five shots, they created a monster
Being shot multiple times turned me into a dangerous and unpredictable person


Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton
I'm bringing Hell's Kitchen, a dangerous neighborhood in New York, to Compton


I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
I saw the movie Boyz in the Hood, where Morris Chestnut played a character named Ricky


2Pac was the real life 'Ricky!'
Tupac Shakur was like a real-life version of the character Ricky from Boyz in the Hood


Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
The person who killed Tupac was later killed himself, I'm telling the truth


If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
If I'm not telling the truth, then everything is backwards and I'm not who I say I am


I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims
In Compton, people will kill you just to steal your car rims


And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim
You can get beaten up just for wearing your hat at an angle


Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options
No one in Compton trusts the police, we have no choice but to fight back


Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
I had dreams of becoming a boxer, but my circumstances made it impossible


Then my grandmother house went up for auction
My grandmother's house was sold at an auction, which was devastating


And that's what killed 'em, I'm goin' back to buy the block then
My grandmother's house being sold was the final straw, I will buy back the entire neighborhood


Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
Too many people are in jail, we need to free them and defend them like Johnnie Cochran did


With they faith under stockings, rather face God then twenty-five with no options
People in Compton would rather die than spend 25 years in jail with no options


If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Compton is one of the most dangerous cities in the United States


Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
We commit drive-by shootings with our faces painted to avoid being recognized


With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground
We use a .357 Magnum handgun with 40 bullets bouncing off the pavement


This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down
Gunshots in my living room are a common occurrence, especially when my brother was killed




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

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