J-Dawg - Put'cha Cream On It lyrics

Yeah, what's happenin'? This yo boy Don
B with the Big Boy
Storm what's happenin'? Tell 'em
How you feel?

Off top I be the pimpstress madam
The main Missus
Loved by niggas and hated by all bitches
The dirt do'er, I'm actin' bad for my riches
Cross me wrong
I leave ya floatin' with the fishes
Peep the scandolous
A grown man couldn't handle this
Niggas wanna try but they be
Left wrapped in bandages
Evangilistic killers
Drug users to drug dealers
All wanna get a feel uh
I like the top billers
Frontin' C's cuz cash rules plenty
On point like Jean
Got 'em Jonesin' like Freddy
Holly Grove is in me and I
Got's to bring the ruckus
Uptown is representin' fuck
All you cocksuckers hoes, they wanna be me
Niggas can't wait to see me
I step in the joint
And make the whole set steamy
I like them thugged down niggas
And you know me
Now watch me represent and get down dirty

Niggas represent, I got a team on it
Niggas put'cha cream on it
Niggas be down to scheme on it
How do you want it? Scandolous design
Give me time, cuz pimps be hard to find

Big Storm the infamous
Them hoes better beware
Gimme a boatload of niggas and
I'll handle that there cuz I swear
I ain't no joke comin' off of the dome
You see I'm only nineteen
But yet I'm quite grown
Make ya leave your own home
Have your kids callin' me Mommy
While your ol' man find the time
To wine me and dine me
You fallin' behind, steady askin' me why
Cuz I'm a pimp and pimps be hard to find
That hoe should've known I wasn't jivin'
See I'm connivin'
A top notch pro, with perfect timin'
I ain't lyin'
Full of deceit, givin' 'em grief
But to niggas, Storm spells relief
To hoes it spells beef
Still I stand, the one they all envy
Silly hoes I hate
But to niggas I'm quite friendly
Killin' 'em gently, I be bout that dough
Picture this comin' straight from the NO hoe

Who keeps your shit the hardest? It's me
The goddess
Receivin' all the stares, lyrically debunaire
I dare for you to bring it
Your peeps are slow singin'
Make it a lesson taught
Revealin' you shouldn't have fought
Against the woman with the cold heart
It ain't my fault that'cha
Can't finish what'cha start
And I could put to halt
The shit you put together
In seconds and do it better
Never say never, Storm reigns supreme forever
I got'cha niggas open
Outspoken and never jokin'
You want a toke it? My shit so fire
Leave this joint smokin'
I got the goods to keep it tight no doubt
It's me ya dreamin' about
Fake niggas gotta re-reroute
I got clout, and I'ma keep it
My game run in secret be strategic
Niggas weak and they'll believe it peep it
I keep 'em sprung before they
Know what is done stick 'em
You too could be my very next victim