Khan...
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My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre
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I party through L.A, now baby what you gotta say
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[Verse 1]
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My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre
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I party through L.A., now baby what you gotta say
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I live and lay like Sugar Ray, I listen to Sade
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You never see me workin, and yeah freak I like to play, OK?
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You're thicker than a can of peanut butter, OK?
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Talkin' to another brother, givin' me the eye
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Man I can't believe those thighs, shit
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I can see the freak in your eyes, shit
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And if I get you in my coils, I'ma strike for oil
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And let me tell you baby girl I'm spoiled
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My favorite colour's blue, I'm like the number two
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Meanin' that I like to have my cake 'n eat it too
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She said, "Do you want a drink Nicky baby?" -"Yeah"
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"You want me to get it for you baby?"
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Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, what up
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I'm only in town for one day, what up
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Aretha Franklin tapes I like to play, what up
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I can see you like the Tanqueray
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Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, fast
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I'm lookin' like MC Shan, flash
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Baby is at least a six footer, ass
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We can get together in the middle of the night
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Hop into my ride, take flight, that's right
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You're rollin' with a pisces, buckle up tight
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Slick Rick talkin' like, "da da da..."
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Straight chicken hawkin' like, "da da da..."
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Caught up in my game like, "da da da..."
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My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, I'm over
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Baby had hips like boulders, I'm over
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Feelin' kinda tipsy man but I ain't really trippin'
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Talkin' bout the next expedition
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Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre (what up)
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[Verse 2]
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My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre
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I hit the crap table with a four and a tre
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I party through L.A., this what I gotta say;
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You're mines
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Girl what's your zodiac sign?
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You're mines
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All up in my eyes, you a dime
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You're mines
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And I'ma keep on spittin' baby only if you're listenin'
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Standin' in the gangsta position
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Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, what up
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We can keep talkin' in the cuts, what up
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Damn girl ya got a big butt
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Shit- My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, fo' real
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Baby wearin' jeans 'n high heels, fo' real
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They bumpin' Big Daddy Kane like, "da da da..."
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And plus rhyme pays like, "da da da..."
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And I really ain't ashamed like, "da da da..."
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My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre
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The plan is to talk to ya girl until you understand
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The plan, we can talk about your plans cuz I really don't dance
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Standin' in my playboy stance
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I look you in the eye, you're rubbin' on my hands
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I know you got a man, ya actin' so bold
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That's why the game might be feelin' so cold
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I say you got control, I put you in the hole
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I tell you in your ear, "Do you wanna roll?"
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I hear her say "yes"
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You're rollin' with the fresh, today
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My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre, OK?
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(OK?)
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Conversation With A Devil
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| Andre Nickatina |
