Insane Clown Posse - Dogbeats lyrics

Yeah what you need? Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh 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 s**er 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 ba**, 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 ba** 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 Ba** in the car somethin stacks I now hear me roamin them pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the ba** 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 ba** 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)