Dre Dog (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 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?)