Dre Dog (andre Nickatina) Conversation With A Devil Lyrics

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 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'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 (?) 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?)