Lyrics: DJ KHALED "BITCH I'M FROM DADE COUNTY" (0/1)

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Bitch i'm from Dade County

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Bitch i'm from Dade County

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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

All the way from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka

Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka

By way to Overtown and Liberty city

By way to Overtown and look at this city

Coconut Grove to South Miami

Open to Grove and the South Miami

Windwood, Highlear, Lil' Haiti, Lil' Havana

Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana

South Miami Heights, P-Rhymes, Richmond Heights

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, wayyy harder

Bitch I'm from Dade County, we go way harder

We do it, wayyy bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas

We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas

Born, bred, and raised wit get money ways

For on pray they raised to get money waist

Cuz they dont get it off they pop like

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 (I'ma be

forever thuggin', baby)

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

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 out skirt

Bentley wit my ass sit on jag

I don't give a fuck (what?!)

Bow down, 'cause I run the south

Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south

Got some real ass gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house

Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house

When i open up my mouth shit that's the sound

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, D-O-E give us room

Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room

Whippin' keys (twenty-five!), in the

Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the

kitchen (cookin' food!)

Baby "We The Best", put the hate to rest

Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest

Dade County, united (whudd?!)

Dade County, you name it (whudd?!)

You roll it, I light it (Ross!)

You roll it, I like it (Ross!)

She rollin' wit moa (moa!)

Fuck who dont like it (yuh!)

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 bitch

Come here girl, lemme get you this

One Rick that'll get you rich

This one Rick try to get you rich

Candy paint on my sixty six,

Candy paint on my six-six (six), you

you can call me that richy rich

can call that bitches rich

I'm out of sports, but I'm in the game

I'm out this sports, I'm in the game

Callin blaze, causin fo' Dade

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!)

Most my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills

Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills

Dade County po-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe

Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe

Choppas come up get em yep, and you really by that def

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

Born in the city where they got the illest, killas

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 a real gorrila

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 need to know boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho 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

Hoppin' out dat Chevy on 28's, I'm chargin' power lines

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 don't babysit

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, North Miami shoot up-up ya block

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 Little Haiti, overtime

Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime

They got work and Liberty City them niggaz

They got rockin every city them niggaz

smoke pounds of that purp'

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

wear a vest underneath your v-vest

were somebody go to fast

Name another city realer than the city I stay

Ain't no other city realer then the city I stay in

You can't cauze there can't be another realer city than Dade!

The cake, I reppin the realest city we stay

Nigga!!

[Chorus]

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