Conversation With A Devil – Andre Nickatina

(Welcome)

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?)