DOG BEATS Lyrics

Inner City Posse got the dog beats ICP, we got the dog beats No, you don't stop with the funk from the old days Startin on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the dog beats Inner City Posse and we playin for keeps And I know that you likin this funk Cause I can hear my voice comin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leave it unattended I'm a take the mother Two to the do, to the OPE Hitting 03 with the ICP I like bass treble and the temp stuff Throw, kick it in the back of a Seventy Bus With that 40 oz, or that strong bull Shooting craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hitting and we'll keep it at that You out, Joe, no, I'm TOO DOPE for that Rollin and I'm headed for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright Weight tank top Keep rolling cause I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy, if you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them mo' money Trucks to the buckers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dog Beats Street lights blaring out the windshield Man, cold ceggers on the general wheels Six pack in the back and I'm drowsin Keep the sounds up if I escape 1000 2 Dope gotta kick his own style Homemade kicker box for the ICP Make the whole car hop When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse got a bad rep Like my man on the crutches took a big step And I can't stand a neighborhood menace So I slow chill like Rockie Dennis Bass in the car somethin stack I know you hear me boomin in Pontiac Everyone's braver when the bass rock So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with a white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate the Mack Chillin by my side cause my posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Sold a car radio and the tape was in it Sounds bring a life to the streets The ICP got the Dog Beats Inner City Posse got the dog beats Waitin at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point they wave they stare they look I been jocked so hard, I could write a book Violent J down with the pimp daddys Violent J down with the pimp daddys Violent J down with the pimp daddys Smooth plush rides in a velvet Caddy All the way live down to Jefferson Inner City Posse got the best of them Rewind your tape and your system eat Inner City Posse got the Dog Beats