Rickyによるコード
The Game

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キー: D minor

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

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

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

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

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

Outro 1
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