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

To be continued...