Album: Forgotten Freshness
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
Cuz 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 cuz 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
Bow-wow-wow yippie yo yippie yay
Bow-wow yippie yo yippie ya
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 cuz 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 (3x)
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
Bow-wow-wow yippie yo yippie yay
Bow-wow yippie yo yippie yabr