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| subject : | [The Game]Ricky |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[Intro: Boyz in the Hood] "Shit! Rick! "Á¨Àå! Rick! C'mon man! " ¾î¼!" "Ricky! " "Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me!" "»ì·ÁÁà! »ì·ÁÁà! ´©°¡, Á» »ì·ÁÁà!" "Ricky, Ricky!" "Ricky!" [Verse 1:] Blood of a slave, heart of a giant ³ë¿¹ÀÇ ÇÇ, °ÅÀÎÀÇ ½ÉÀå Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant Aftermath¸¦ ¶°³ª¾ßÇß¾î, Dre°¡ ³»°¡ ³Ê¹« ¹ÝÇ×ÀûÀ̶ó°í Ç߰ŵç That was five years ago, look how fast it go ±×°Ô 5³â Àü, ½Ã°£ÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª ºü¸£°Ô È帣´ÂÁö Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico Interscope¸¦ ºÎ¼ö¸é¼, Plaxicoó·³ ³¯ ½ú¾î But fuck that, blaze one, where the matches yo? ÇÏÁö¸¸ µÆ¾î, ¸¶¸®È³ª¿¡ ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿©, ¼º³ÉÀº ¾îµø¾î? Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go °í¼Óµµ·Î·Î °¡, AstonÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª »¡¸® ´Þ¸®´ÂÁö º¼±î Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so â¹®À» ³»·Á, À縦 ¶³¾î You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow ´Ï°¡ ´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå¶û ³»°¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª µ·À» ½è´ÂÁö How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive ¾ó¸¶³ª ¿©ÀÚ¸¦ ¸Ô°í, ¾ó¸¶³ª ¸¹Àº Â÷¸¦ ¸ð´ÂÁö How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside ºÎÇϰ¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª ¸¹ÀºÁö º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ô, ¼¼¾îºÁ ´Ù ¹Û¿¡ ÀÖÀ¸´Ï±î Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom »ç¶÷µéÀº ³¯ Malcom Xó·³ ÀÔ ´Ù¹°°Ô ¸¸µé·Á ÇßÁö But standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome ÇÏÁö¸¸ â¹®¿¡ ¼¼ ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ÇÇ¿ì´Â °Ô °á°ú¿´Áö Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium °¡²ûÀº ½ºÆ®·¹½º°¡ ½×¿©¼ Valium (ÁøÁ¤Á¦)À» ¸Ô±âµµ ÇØ Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion ´ÊÀº¹ã Çæ¸®¿ìµå¿¡ °¡ »§»§ÇÑ ³â Çϳª Àâ¾Æ¿Í So niggas think twice about my medallion or ±×·¯¸é ³ðµéÀº ³» ¸ñ°ÉÀÌ¿¡ ´ëÇØ ´Ù½Ã »ý°¢ÇҰŰí You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky!" Cuba GoodingÀÌ ¼Ò¸®Ä¡°ÚÁö "Ricky!" My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch ³» Çâ¼ö´Â 100% Compton¿¡ ´ëÇÑ °Í, 0% ¹Ð°íÀڵ鿡 ´ëÇÑ °Í Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I used to pitch °øÀ» ´øÁö°ï Çß´ø °÷¿¡ Bentley¿Í PhantomÀ» ¼¼¿ö Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did Cincinatti ¸ðÀÚ¸¦ Griffeyº¸´Ù ´õ À¯¸íÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µé¾ú¾î *Griffey - Ken Griffey. Cincinatti Reds ¼Ò¼Ó ¾ß±¸ ¼±¼ö. And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig ±×¸®°í ¶°¿Ã·ÁºÁ, ¸î ³â Àü¸¸ ÇØµµ ÀúµéÀº ³¯ Á×ÀÌ·Á Çß¾ú¾î Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib °¡½¿¿¡ µÎ ¹ß, ½ÉÀåÀ» ½ºÃÆÁö, Çϳª´Â °¥ºñ»À¿¡ ¸Â°í Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear... ³ ±âÀýÇß¾ú¾î, ¿µÈó·³, ±×¸®°í µé¸®´Â °Ç ¿ÀÁ÷... [Verse 2:] Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor ÁÀ°°Àº ±âºÐÀ» ´À³¢¸ç, ´«À» ¶ß´Ï Àǻ簡 º¸¿´¾î All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers »ý°¢³ª´Â °Ç, ³» ¸¶¸®È³ª¶û ÃÑÀ» °¡Á®°£ °Ç °æÂûÀ̾ú³ª ÇÏ´Â °Í They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective ±×µéÀº ³»°¡ ³ë·¡ÇÏ±æ ¹Ù¶ó, Sinatraó·³ ¸»¾ß, °æÂû¿¡°Ô ¸»ÇßÁö Get this clear like Belvedere vodka Belvedere º¸µåīó·³ clear (±ò²ûÇÑ/È®½ÇÇÑ)ÇÏ°Ô µé¾î´Þ¶ó°í Them five shots created a monster ±× ´Ù¼¸ ¹ßÀÇ ÃÑÀÌ ±«¹°À» ¸¸µé¾ú¾î Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton Compton¿¡¼ ³ª¿Â "Áö¿ÁÀÇ ºÎ¾ý" *Hell's Kitchen - ¿ø·¡´Â ´º¿åÀÇ º°¸íÀ̳ª, ¿©±â¼´Â ±×³É À§ÇèÇÑ Àå¼Ò Á¤µµ·Î ÇØ¼®ÇÏ¸é µÉ µí ÇÕ´Ï´Ù. I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor Boyz in the Hood (¿µÈ)¸¦ ºÃ¾î, Morris ChestnutÀº ±×³É ¹è¿ì¿´°í 2Pac was the real life "Ricky! " 2pacÀÌ Çö½Ç ¼ÓÀÇ Ricky¿´Áö Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God ±×¸®°ï ±×¸¦ ½ú´ø ³ðÀ» »ç¶÷µéÀº ½÷¹ö·È¾î, ½Å¿¡ ¸Í¼¼ÄÚ ¸»¾ß If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim ±×°Ô °ÅÁþ¸»À̶ó¸é ComptonÀº ´º¿åÀÌ°í ³»°¡ RakimÀÌ´Ù I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims ³ ŸÀÌ¾î ¶§¹®¿¡ ³ðµéÀÌ »ìÇØ´çÇϰí And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim ¸ðÀÚ(?) ÇÑ ¹ø ½è´Ù°¡ Åο¡ ÁÖ¸Ô ¸Â´Â °÷¿¡¼ ¿Ô¾î Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options ¾î´À ´©±¸ÀÇ ¾ö¸¶µµ °æÂûÀ» µéÀÌÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ¿ì¸° ¼±ÅÃÁö°¡ ¾øÁö Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in º¹¼ (boxer)°¡ µÇ°í ½Í¾úÁö¸¸, ¿ÀÈ÷·Á °¨¿Á (box)¿¡ °¤Çû¾î Then my grandmother house went up for auction ±×¸®°ï ÇÒ¸Ó´Ï ÁýÀÌ °æ¸Å¿¡ ºÎÃÄÁ³Áö And that's what killed her, I'm goin' back to buy the block then ±×°Í ¶§¹®¿¡ ±×³à°¡ Á×¾ú¾î, ³ µ¹¾Æ°¡¼ °Å¸®¸¦ »ç¹ö¸®°Ú¾î Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas °¤Èù »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ³Ê¹« ¸¹¾Æ, CochranÀ» ¶¥¿¡¼ ÆÄ³» ³» Ä£±¸µéÀ» º¯È£Çؾ߰ھî *Cochran - Johnny Cochran. OJ Simpson »ìÀÎ »ç°Ç (OJ SimpsonÀÌ ¾Æ³»¸¦ »ìÇØÇÑ °ÍÀ¸·Î °ÇÏ°Ô Àǽɹ޾ÒÀ¸³ª ¹«Á˸¦ ¼±°í¹ÞÀº »ç°Ç)À» ¸Ã¾Ò´ø º¯È£»ç. With they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options Áþ¹âÈù ¹ÏÀ½(?), 25³â ¡¿ªÀ» »ç´À´Ï Â÷¶ó¸® Çϴóª¶ó·Î °¡°Ú¾î If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten ComptonÀÌ »ìÀÎÀÇ ¼öµµ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó°í ÇØµµ, Åé 10¿¡´Â µé °Å¾ß Drive by with our face painted, like a clown ¾ó±¼¿¡ »öÄ¥Çϰí Â÷¸¦ Ÿ°í °¡¸ç ÃÑÀ» ½÷, ±¤´ëó·³ With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground 38±¸°æÀ» µé°í, 40°³ÀÇ ÃѾËÀÌ ¶¥¿¡ ƨ±â³× This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down... ÀÌ°Ç ³» ÇüÁ¦°¡ ÃÑ¿¡ ¸Â¾ÒÀ» ¶§ ³» °Å½Ç¿¡¼ µé¸®´Â ¼Ò¸®... |
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