Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conversation With A Devil, artist - Andre Nickatina.
Date of issue: 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?) |