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'ma 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 tables with a four in the tray.    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 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?)