Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conversation With A Devil , by - Andre Nickatina. Release date: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
Conversation With A Devil |
| My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre |
| I party through L. A, now baby what you gotta say |
| 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’mma 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) |
| 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’mma 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 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?) |