Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Trina, Dre, & Pitbull Bitch I'm From Dade County Lyrics

[Trick Daddy samples]
"b____ I'm from Dade County" {*3X screwed*}
"I'll-I'll-I'll be fo'ever thuggin baby"
"b____ I'm from" {*4X*}

[repeat samples while Khaled and Trick are talking]
"b____ I'm from Dade County" {*3X screwed*}
"I'll-I'll-I'll be fo'ever thuggin baby"

[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 through Overtown and Liberty City
Coconut Grove to South Miami
Wentwood Hialeah, Lil' Haiti, Lil' Bama
South Miami Heights, P-Rine, Richmond Heights
Ned Ranch, Homestead, and can't forget about Gu
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
n____, I rep my city, Miami
Listennn!!!

[Verse One: Trick Daddy]
I'm well connected, well respected for gangsta s___
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas b____
Yo I'm from down the way, you know, around the way
Dade Country, trey-oh-five, rep the whole M-I-A
AK's and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved
Look here, s___ real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy krill, we get on heavy pills
Me and my n____z and my Cubans and my Haitians dem
b____ I'm from Dade County, we go way harder
We do it way bigger, cause we some made n____z
Born bred and raised in gettin money ways
Cause they don't get it off the top like we get it down in Dade, hey

[Chorus]
"b____ I'm from Dade County" {*3X screwed*}
"I'll-I'll-I'll be fo'ever thuggin baby"
"b____ I'm from Dade County" {*3X screwed*}
"I'll-I'll-I'll be fo'ever thuggin baby"

[Trina]
Three-oh-five, it's my city, yes I'm from Dade County
Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad b____es 'round me
Whattup Khaled, you my n____ so homey lemme get 'em
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin wit 'em
Any b____ wanna come test me
You can come to my city that's where I be
I'm ridin all through the hood in my new Bentley
With my a__ off purple I don't give a f___, what
Bow down cause I run the South
I got some real gangsta n____z that'll run in ya house
When I open up my mouth I shoot diamonds out
They go "Brrat-tat-tat" so you better watch out, ouch!

[Rick Ross]
b____ I got money too, "Trilla" album comin soon
Triple C's, three-oh-five, P-O-E, give us room
Whip the keys, twenty-five, in the kitchen, cookin food
Baby "We the Best" (best) quick to hate the rest (rest) quit
Dade County united (what) you roll it, I light it (Ross)
She rollin with mwah, now who don't like it (yeah)
Khaled's a boss, like Ricky's a Ross
Everyone of my thoughts run like they keys to the South
C'mere girl lemme kiss you (b____) this one Rick baby get you (rich)
Candy paint on my (sixty-six), you can call that (Richie Rich)
I'm outtie sports, but I'm in the game
Callin to Blaze, throw s___ for days

[DJ Khaled]
Homeboy~! Slip-N-Side
Epidemic, Dark Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County I do this for us
Listennn

[Brisco]
Yeah - I got money too, Bris' I be comin through
Cash Money money bags got me livin comfortable
Still hood, still real, Opa-Locka is real
Most my dogs daddy dead, don't want it gookin on them pills
Dade County po' boy, best believe I'm 'bout that dere
Choppers come up, and get done up
Cause you run up, and you really ain't 'bout that dere
Yeah I'm the future, yeah them goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, b____ I'm from Dade County

[Flo-Rida]
Talk about it when they run 'em up, load 'em up, who you want it with?
Get 'em, hit 'em, split 'em, stick 'em, touch one of mine for the grip gotta grill 'em
Born in the city where they got no feelings, killers, M-I-A my n____z
Home of the we don't play, better get out the way, you ain't enver seen a real go-rilla
Do not be thankin we soft or we sweet
Come on the opposite side of the beach
They gotta them yoppers to put you to sleep
Yeah that's them choppers you know what I mean
That's when the doctor stay boxin your dreams
When on the docks where they flippin that clean
Hot on the block it's a hundred degrees
It's all about boppin the A-P-T's
Oh boy! Just call me a dough boy
I'm that "and ya know" boy, Flo-Rida fa sho' boy
Triple C's the set and I get it for low boy
We trillin cause "We the Best," Dade County tou better know it boy

[Chorus]

[C-Ride]
Carol City on my mind, we mobbin out of line
I've been out there Chevy on 28's, I'm dodgin power lines
We work hard, n____ you sleep, pu-pu-pushin we run the streets
You are what'chu eat, young p____ go brush your teeth
I'm tryin to keep Cash Money like Baby see
I got a girl, I got a boy, I'm babysittin
I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', Dirtbag, Jo Hound, Dre, let's go get it
We Dade County goons, but them Dade County cops hoe
Get yo' set if you don't get wet in Dade County my hoe~!

[Dre]
Unhh, from the depths of C.C., back to Opa-Locka
D-R-E, North Miami shoot up up your block
Went solo on that a__, but it's still the same
I got a chopper in the kitchen, Betty Crock' is the name
I needs me my Dade County big booty hoe and she pretty
Let her push the Chevy all through the city
Let her know that 54's is good, Haiti, Opa-Town they got work
In Liberty City them n____z smokin pounds of that purp', yup!
What it is, what it does, we the be-be-be-best
I'm from the city where you need to wear a vest underneath your v-v-v-vest
Name another city realer then the city I stay in
You can't cause there can't be another realer city than Dade, n____!

[Chorus] - 2X