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Andre Nickatina - Conversation With a Devil lyrics
Khan... My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre I party through L.A, now baby what you gotta say [Verse 1] My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre I party through L.A., now baby what you gotta say I live and lay like Sugar Ray, I listen to Sade You never see me workin, and yeah freak I like to play, OK? You're thicker than a can of peanut butter, OK? Talkin' to another brother, givin' me the eye Man I can't believe those thighs, shit I can see the freak in your eyes, shit And if I get you in my coils(?), I'ma strike for oil And let me tell you baby girl I'm spoiled My favorite colour's blue, I'm like the number two Meanin' that I like to have my cake 'n eat it too She said, "Do you want a drink Nicky baby?" -"Yeah" "You want me to get it for you baby?" Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, what up I'm only in town for one day, what up Aretha Franklin tapes I like to play, what up I can see you like the Tanqueray Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, fast I'm lookin' like MC Shan, flash Baby is at least a six footer, ass We can get together in the middle of the night Hop into my ride, take flight, that's right You're rollin' with a pisces, buckle up tight Slick Rick talkin' like, "da da da..." Straight chicken hawkin' like, "da da da..." Caught up in my game like, "da da da..." My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, I'm over Baby had hips like boulders, I'm over Feelin' kinda tipsy man but I ain't really trippin' Talkin' bout the next expedition Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre (what up) [Verse 2] My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre I hit the ... (?) I party through L.A., this what I gotta say; You're mines Girl what's your zodiac sign? You're mines All up in my eyes, you a dime You're mines And I'ma keep on spittin' baby only if you're listenin' Standin' in the gangsta position Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, what up We can keep talkin' in the cuts, what up Damn girl ya got a big butt Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, fo' real Baby wearin' jeans 'n high heels, fo' real They bumpin' Big Daddy Kane like, "da da da..." And plus rhyme pays like, "da da da..." And I really ain't ashamed like, "da da da..." My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre The plan is to talk to ya girl until you understand The plan, we can talk about your pants(?) cuz I really don't dance Standin' in my playboy stance I look you in the eye, you're rubbin' on my hands I know you got a man, ya actin' so bold That's why the game might be feelin' so cold I say you got control, I put you in the hole I tell you in your ear, "Do you wanna roll?" I hear her say "yes" You're rollin' with the fresh, today My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, OK? (OK?) |
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