DJ Khaled

DJ Khaled - Bitch I'm From Dade County lyrics

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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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