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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)
(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 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
and
da...
Straight chicken hawkin' like, da
and
da...
Caught up in my game like, da
and
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 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
and
da...
And plus rhyme pays like, da
and
da...
And I really ain't ashamed like, da
and
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?
- Album:
- Andre Nickatina
- Bullet Symphony: Horns and Halos, Vol. 3
- Gun-Mouth 4 Hire: Horns and Halos, Vol. 2
- Horns And Halos
- Daiquiri Factory Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2
- These R the Tales
- Raven In My Eyes
- I Hate You With A Passion
- Miscellaneous
- Midnight Machine Gun Rhymes & Alibis
- Khan!-The Me Generation
- Booty Star: Glock Tawk
- Bullets Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll
- Conversation With A Devil
- Khan! The New Generation
- Tears Of A Clown
- Non-Album Releases
- Compilation
- Midnight Machine Gun Rhymes And Alibis
- Yukmouth Presents 420