DJ Khaled Bitch i'm from Dade County Lyrics:
[DJ Khaled:]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!

[Trick Daddy:]
Dade County stand up right now
All the way from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and Liberty city
Coconut Grove to South Miami
Windwood, Highlear, Lil' Haiti, Lil' Havana
South Miami Heights, P-Rhymes, Richmond Heights
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, wayyy harder
We do it, wayyy bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas
Born, bred, and raised wit get money ways
Cuz they dont 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 hommie 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 out skirt
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
Bow down, 'cause I run the south
Got some real ass gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house
When i open up 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, D-O-E give us room
Whippin' keys (twenty-five!), in the
kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", put the hate to rest
Dade County, united (whudd?!)
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You roll it, I light it (Ross!)
She rollin' wit moa (moa!)
Fuck who dont 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 bitch
One Rick that'll get you rich
Candy paint on my sixty six,
you can call me that richy rich
I'm out of sports, but I'm in the game
Callin 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!)
Most my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills
Dade County po-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Choppas come up get em yep, and you 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
Born in 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 a real gorrila
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 need to know 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
Hoppin' out dat Chevy on 28's, I'm chargin' power 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 don't babysit
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, North Miami shoot up-up 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 Little Haiti, overtime
They got work and Liberty City them niggaz
smoke 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
wear a vest underneath your v-vest
Name another city realer than the city I stay
You can't cauze there can't be another realer city than Dade!
Nigga!!

[Chorus]
Lyrics: Bitch i'm from Dade County, DJ Khaled [end]