ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Conversation With A Devil: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 3

Conversation With A Devil

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(Welcome) Khan... My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre I party through L.A, now baby what you gotta say [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 freak in your eyes, shit And if I get you in my coils, I'm a 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) [Verse 2:] 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'm a 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 plans cause 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?)

Rugged Terrain

Boot Camp Clik "For the People"
[Twanie Ranks] Sometime me shout out, sometime me gon' long When me big up me chest, call me number one Me be represent me click, like me represent me gun Pussy boy, test me, me chop off ya arm If you weak for the gun, kill it, collection Mommy do this long time like a barn veteran Like Screech and Pac Man or James Bond Also Top Dog, or Louieville don So sit back and watch and spark perfection Me used to be young, bout know me older Me spit lyrics wrong just like the Twister So know we go, galley wit the one Twanie Pick up them shoes and rub them for me Lift up them anger, put them on it Gimme ya number, girl, before them leave I'm not sure anymore, whose knockin at my door [Top Dog Big Kahuna] Is it a Mom p, who want Hawaiian pie, me Hit the slim girl, and I deal wit twenty Oversize, I put my car in overdrive Cuz life is a lot of rules wit lots of signs I want mines on the dance floor, love the dance hall My nigga Twanie Ranks'll make ya pants fall Last call, for the session I think that nigga's under the impression That I may accord to the MP, for some more weed He told me to pick up some more fine call-eed [Twanie Ranks] The life of the true, live trife up ya life up wit true, I live trife We are the one that cough up ya sack Cop the Steele, I bust out the Tek Want one, come out turn the mic down Gimme money, I lick a pound, vacation Talkin politickin, I look for convincin Take a hundred out me pocket, now put down me pen For are me red, for are me smoke weed-weed and dred Me leaf's a bitch now, and leave ya light convent [Chorus: Cocoa Brovaz] We are the wickedest, wickedest, manor in town Wickedest, wickedest, mon we don't care Wickedest, wickedest, how we do We are the wickedest, wickedest, duo [Top Dog Big Kahuna] When jah rocks the party, leave 'em your shorty I got shorties on watch and they don't wanna hurt nobody Worldwide, givin you the chance to decide If the place to be is on my muthafuckin side I let it slide, to a whole world of disorder Give you order, put your ass under water Despite, we know God Don't Like Ugly But is it ugly, when nature becomes of me [Twanie Ranks] After the party, gather my target Me have two, gather, me don't know which one to hit So sexy, sexy girl in the air When will ya come, will ya come out wit a stare Push up ya face and lift up ya feet And when will they come, I'm comin and creepin Irie, you my collar irie, when I gotta come to a nation Give the people what the people want Watch me now, watch me now, watch me now Cuz me lickin at them head, lickin at they back Keep the girl locked down just like two partner Action, ready for injection Pull up ya leave, put down ya turban Call me a bad man, and me no bust carbon A long time me ban, I live in the Brooklyn [Top Dog Big Kahuna] A what do dem, a what do dem dem dem, a who a dem, a who a dem dem dem You didn't know-oh, I thought I told you so-oh I be the three from O.G.C., runnin things wit Twanie, touch me That's why your skin out be burn, you must learn While we dub ya assess in the urn [Chorus]

You Can Do It

ICE CUBE "War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc"
(feat. Mack 10, Ms. Toi) [Ice Cube] Yeah, yeah Get your ass and hurra Uh, Ice Cube baby Ninety-nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' BlackSTREET, treated like a athlete Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high, nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this Hen' Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go the nigga route Make the trigger shout, uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah [Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)] Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones, relatives and my cousins And I got 'em by the dozen When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch [Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)] Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Mack 10] I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 6-8 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing, don't quit it Don't stop till I get it [Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)] Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)] Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication: Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube, Westside Connection Know how we do We puttin' it down, constantly Get your ass up and hurra

Millionaire Dream

BIG TYMERS "Vol. 2 - How You Love That"
(feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Lil' Wayne) Whazzup This the life nigga Check [Verse 1] I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B. I floss everyday wootay Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley What the deal on the real it's all about scrill Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah Ridin to myself up in my baby benz Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby See the $ on my back symbolize my click See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel What [Chorus: repeat 2X] I got ten around my neck (mm mm) And baguettes on my wrist [Bling] See we ball till we fall (la la) Livin a millionaires dream (wootay) [Verse 2] Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome Playa Haters want to picture me fallin' If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold For the nine scrilla, biatch [echo] [Chorus] [Verse 3] Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings And duck these killings And tipping these niggas tryina have billions I just wanna raise my two children Going to these white folks and demandin millions Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes But I still got my ghetto stripes When I'm pimp in the game Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped I have them lil' children sayin, 'Baby please don't stop' Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right so I'ma cruise to the next life Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight That's how it be worth some G's Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit You dig [Baby Talking] [Chorus] [Verse 4] Young niggas wearin cracka gators All my life eatin steak and potatoes Valet please get the beige Mercedes It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal It's marvelous, the life I live Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give Rolex's for everyday of the week Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini Givin all these project hoes the weenie On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me Life styles of the rich and richer Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week Now how that shit hit you Look here Baby I'ma get wit you

Back Up

DA BRAT "Unrestricted"
[Da Brat] (JD) This a test (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh This ain't no test (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh It's the real shit (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh Yeah (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh (Bounce) uh-oh (bounce) [Da Brat] (JD) If you can feel it in your back (Baby) It's the sounds of the motherfuckin' Brat (Baby) In the corner passing blunts, sippin' Yack (Baby) And if you must play the game Then gamble the stake's raised Take baby to Vegas I need the paper My flesh burnin' Niggas got me under surveillance their necks turnin' I'm an international playa, close observation The best policy is to stay in y'all faces The bad seed, I get niggas like I breath it's easy Been through niggas lyin' and cheatin' with bitches that's sleazy None of it's worth repeatin' If you flash money, spend that money or you can beat it I'mma star now, so it wasn't really shit for me to get shot down Spit illicit, unrestricted game, I'm independent Open the door to the bank but g's spent this 1 - If you out here doing things You're a honey getting money Playin' all of these fellas like dummies Make all the right moves when it comes to the game (Tell them they better back up) (Playa, playa back up) If you out here doing things (Doin' doin' thangs) You're a playa getting money Spending none on none of these hoes Make all the right moves when it comes to the game (Tell 'em they better back up) (Shorty, shorty back up) [Ja Rule] For the first time I can see my lifeline And you're ahead of me Thank God hard to imagine me But Lord why me? I'm the bad spirit that tortures the souls of the nearest Untouched pussy, what'chu want with me? Been through lesbianage, menage et tois Been even synonymous to hoes that floss and trick their dough If you livin' it, my life You live it as limited Cause too many worlds collide the killer degenerate I'll die in it As long as I keep my guns burn And Brat pushin' the Verge And the crack isn't German Listen Ja bring the heat catching niggas on their third wind We supply the pressure (Baby!) Shit it'll never end try to get out But baby you're locked in My world sip Hen and suffer from sin I'm sickening like Heroin Ja Rule the veteran, true with you But baby girl if you Repeat 1 [Da Brat] A girl like me need a lot So I proceed to plot And continue to add pieces to the rock collection that I got Shine on y'all light up the whole block I'm causing on Ja [Ja Rule] Shit on a nigga like me you need a lot Coming with game, what'chu got It's murda, if you don't get shot I clicky-clack on those pot post up on niggas Fuck y'all bitches [Da Brat] Shit fuck y'all niggas, you can't live without pussy Be disrespectful and get no more nookie Most of these hoes check y'all cause niggas ain't shit [Ja Rule] Y'all dismissed and y'all know Bitches ain't shit But live with it if the dick don't fit [Da Brat] Get it or quit it And acquaint Shaunte with your money I gotta get it Repeat 1 till end w/ Da Brat ad-libs [Da Brat] All I'm saying is do thangs Ya know what I'm saying Make the right moves Ya know what I'm saying Man, woman, boy, or girl Pimp, prostitute, he-heh Do thangs to get that loot Ya know what I'm saying Tell 'em to back up Cause it's the Da Brat So, So

Baby Bubba

TIMBALAND & MAGOO "Indecent Proposal"
(feat. Petey Pablo) (Pop a Dom boo, what, c'mon) [Petey Pablo] It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'all Where my cats think you feel me at Alla y'all, and when we earn that They finally let the dish and the pan Then I start with some cash Let me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland Now I'm bustin they ass Now they callin me The Incredible Man I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH And there is one thing to understand Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers On some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal Heyyyyyy [Chorus: Petey Pablo] Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba If y'all feel it let me hear you say Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba We lost the music selector Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba If y'all feel it let me hear you say Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward [Timbaland] Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE He don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYS all up in your local mall pickin all your local broads HOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawl We the in-timidators, y'all in-timidated by our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches As we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon! What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitality The come of the me, the come of the Pete The come of the 'goo, the come of the G [Chorus] [Magoo] Mag spit it 'til I die fucker You wit your label kissin ass like a damn sucker Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sue If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some () from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughter Stayin in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man South boys ain't fuckin playin - check them This week got OutKast and No Limit, and Eightball Scarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHH We do it country cause we proud of this shit All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be They tryna take my love man and it bothered me [Chorus - repeat 2X]

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