Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Dog Beats Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Dog Beats lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Dog Beats

 No fries 

 Excuse me? 

 No fries man 

 Oh, well bust be out then 

 All right then give me a large double slam and... 

 Nope 

 What? 

 Can't do it 

 Why not?

 No meat? 

 No meat 

 Man, damn... all right then, I'll take a salad then 

 Better grow yourself one 

 What's that? 

 We aint got no damn salad man 

 Ah, well then what the hell do you have? 

 We got the Dogbeats 

 Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh? 

 Yup All right, then I'll take an order of that to go then 

 

 Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats 

 ICP we got the Dogbeats 

 No you don't stop with the funk from the old days 

 Start on your head as the beat plays 

 Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeats 

 Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps 

 And I know you likin' this funk 

 Cuz I can hear my voice commin out the trunk 

 Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker 

 You leavin untended I'm a take the mutha 2 to the D to the o-p-e 

 Hittin 03 with the ICP 

 I like bass, treble, and the temp stuff 

 Throw kick it in the back of a Seventies Bus 

 With that 40-O Or that Straw Bull 

 Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store 

 And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that 

 You out Joe? No, I'm too dope for that 

 Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park 

 Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark 

 Seen the freak with the bright white tank top 

 Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop 

 Homeboy if you wanna keep your riches 

 Stay the hell away from them more money 

 From the truck to the bukers to the jeeps 

 The ICP has got the Dogbeats 

 Bow-wow-wow 

 Yipy-yo 

 Yipy-yeah 

 Bow-wow-wow 

 Yipy-yo 

 Yipy-Yeah (4x) 

 Street lights glearin off the windshield 

 Mear coke crackers on the general wheel 

 6 Pack in the back and I'm dosin 

 Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand 

 2 Dope gotta keep his own style 

 Home made kicken box 4 tendance 

 Posse P make the whole car hop 

 When we let the bass drop 

 Inner City Posse's got the bad rep 

 Like my man on the cruches took a big step 

 And I can't stand the neighborhood menace 

 So I swell his chin like Rocky Denise 

 Bass in the car somethin stacks 

 I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs

 Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks 

 So I got a little somethin in the glovebox 

 Long black hair with the white rag 

 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag 

 Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack 

 Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked 

 I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute 

 Stole the car radio and my tape was in it 

 Sounds bringin life to the streets 

 The ICP got the Dogbeats 

 Bow-wow-wow 

 Yipy-yo 

 Yipy-yeah 

 Bow-wow-wow 

 Yipy-yo 

 Yipy-Yeah (4x) 

 Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (hit it)(3x) 

 Is in the house 

 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 daddy's (3x) 

 Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddie's 

 All the way live down Jefferson 

 Inner City Posse's got the best of them 

 When the tape and your system meet 

 ICP has got the Dogbeats 

 Bow-wow-wow 

 Yipy-yo 

 Yipy-yeah 

 Bow-wow-wow 

 Yipy-yo 

 Yipy-Yeah (4x) 

 Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats 

 ICP we got the

 Dogbeats (4x)