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

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 bitch

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

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 created a monster

Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton

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

Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options

Then my grandmother house went up for auction

, 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 25 with no options

Drive by with our face painted, like a clown

With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground