Artist: Apocalipps Album: Smokefest Song: Cherokee Typed by: Cno Evil [Apocalipps] Mami, what's really hood? What's your ethnic background? Your hair braided in the front, you left the back down? Beno got the drink, go 'head, guzzle the 'yac down Could never beat the pussy up, give it the smackdown You know the game, cuz most these dudes is lames They like to talk a lot shit, but they ain't worth change Ma, what's your name? She said (CHEROKEE, CH, CHEROKEE, CH) Words exchanged after a little liquor Shorty's banging like Halle, but a little thicker I think she know I want to lick her, you know, thug her out Let her clean the guns, right before I do the stick up Get the picture? Plus your girlfriend's looking alright A few of my mans, that just came home, they do it all night I lick you to your belly button, I ain't fronting They don't call me Lipps for nothing, all of sudden [Chorus 2X: Apocalipps] My friends can meet your friends, we can be friends Shit, we can do this every weekend You can find me in the streets, in the clubs, in the jeeps I got that get right, ma, don't sleep [Apocalipps] Yo, shorty what's really hood? Now we out the club Cherry red X5, and you sitting on dubs? System so loud, it can probably break your neck Yo this shit is car show status, I'mma call Flex You know the next step, hands all on her breasts Then she showed me how the seats adjust, the shit so plush Damn, backshtos, got all in her guts Nigga nutted all over the truck, what the fuck? She really wanted me to eat it up And pull her hair from the back, while I beat it up And we gotta do this again, and before you go home Make sure you throw your numbers up in my phone, now I'm gone [Chorus 2X] [Apocalipps] Yeah, aight, let's get it popping, Apocalipps is back I treat my music like my bitch, and I nut on the track Now, light up a sack, choose purple or black And now we horny, next thing you know, I'm all in her back Whoa, backshots, I never miss a beat Before I bust off, I finish off strong like Mister Cee Got the Grey Goose and Henny, and let's head to the car I don't wanna be a lawyer, but I'm still taking the BAR Right in her, what a nigga gotta do to get it popping I got to fuck you, in back of the mall, and take you shopping? Because I got all this cheese, think I'mma give you some? I'm like Jack, bitches, they can't get a nickel, son But you can get the dick from dusk til dawn I can't wait to put my niggas on, what? And shorty down for whatever, she go down like whatever And when the Bastardz is in the room, we pounding together And pussy ain't nothing but some meat on the bone You can fuck it, you can suck it, or just leave it alone it Now, I'm gone... [Chorus 2X]