Conversation With A Devil Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre 

I party through L.A, now baby what you gotta say 

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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 freakin 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 crack 

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 '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?)