Conversation With A Devil

Khan...
 My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre
 I party through L.A, now baby what you gotta say
 (My name is Dre)
 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 freakin' in your eyes, shit
 And if I get you in my court you'll see, I'ma strike for oil
 And let me tell you baby girl I'm spoiled
 My favorite color's blue, I 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 fo' 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 pants 'causeI 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?)