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Conversation With A Devil Lyrics - Artist : Andre Nickatina
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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'm a 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 crap table with a four and a tre 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'm a 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 plans cause 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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