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