Bitch I'm From Dade County Lyrics

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Bitch I'm From Dade County Lyrics by DJ Khaled

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(feat. Trick Daddy, Rick Ross & others)  
  
[DJ Khaled:]  
Diaz Brothers  
DJ Khaled  
I rep my city  
Dade County, let's go!  
  
[Trick Daddy:]  
Dade County stand up right now  
Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka  
By way to Overtown and look at this city  
Open to Grove and the South Miami  
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana  
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich  
Dade County, let it do what it do  
  
[DJ Khaled:]  
Rest in peace to Uncle Al  
We The Best  
Dade County, let's go  
I rep my city  
Nigga, I rep my city  
Miami, Listennn  
  
[Trick Daddy:]  
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit  
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch  
Yo I'm from down the way, you know--around the way  
Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A  
A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved  
Look here, shit real, we really get it how we live  
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills  
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them  
Bitch I'm from Dade County, we go way harder  
We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas  
For on pray they raised to get money waist  
We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade  
Aye  
  
[Chorus:]  
Bitch I'm from Dade County  
Bitch I'm from Dade County  
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)  
Bitch I'm from Dade County  
Bitch I'm from Dade County  
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)  
  
[Trina:]  
305, it's my city  
Yes, I'm from Dade County  
Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round me  
Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em  
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em  
Any bitch wanna come test me,  
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be  
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag  
I don't give a fuck (what?!)  
Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south  
Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house  
Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound  
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out  
Ouch!  
  
[Rick Ross:]  
Bitch I got money too  
"Trilla" album comin' soon  
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room  
Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)  
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest  
Dade County, you name it (whudd?!)  
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)  
She rollin' wit moa (moa!)  
Talk to 'em like it (yuh!)  
Khaled's the boss  
Like Ricky's the Ross  
Everyone of my doggs, where my dickies in The Source  
Come here girl, lemme get you this  
This one Rick try to get you rich  
Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches rich  
I'm out this sports, I'm in the game  
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade  
  
[DJ Khaled:]  
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side  
Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad  
Dade County, I do this fo' us  
Listennn  
  
[Brisco:]  
Yuh, I got money too  
Bris', I be comin' thru  
Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!)  
Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!)  
Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills  
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe  
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def  
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me  
And yeah I rep my city, bitch  
I'm from Dade County  
  
[Flo-Rida:]  
Ayy!  
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?  
Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em  
Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas  
M-I-A my niggaz, hommie we don't play  
Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer  
Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweet  
Come on the opposite side of the beach  
They gotta the choppas that'll put you to sleep  
Yeah, that's them choppas, you know what I mean  
That's when I top wanna say about your dreams  
We on the tox' clippin' that clean  
Holla on the block cause we under degrees  
That's what about rep that A-P-T's  
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy  
I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy  
Triple C's the second, I get it fo' low, boy  
We trillin' cause we the best in Dade County  
You better know it, cause  
  
[Chorus]  
  
[C-Ride:]  
Carol City on my mind, we mobbin' out the line  
I'm on dat Chevy on 28's, I'm changin' all lines  
We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets  
You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef  
Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city,  
I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city  
I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it  
Dade County goons, open Dade County cocks ho'  
Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho!  
  
[Dre:]  
Unhh  
From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka  
D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block  
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same  
I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!)  
I needs my big County in big booty ho' she pretty  
Let her push the Chevy, hogg thru city  
Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime  
They got rockin every city them niggaz back pounds of that purp'  
Yeah--What it is, what it does, we are th-th-the best  
I'm from the city where you need to were somebody go to fast  
Ain't no other city realer then the city I stay in  
The cake, I reppin the realest city we stay  
Nigga!!  
  
[Chorus]

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