Bitch I'm From Dade County lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled & Trick Daddy]

Diaz Brothers

DJ Khaled

I rep my city

Dade County, let's go!

Dade County stand up right now

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

By way thru Overtown and Liberty City

Coconut Grove and South Miami

Wynwood, Hialeah, Little Haiti, Little Havana

South Miami Heights P-Rine, Richmond Heights

Naranja, Homestead, and can't forget about gooh

Dade County, let it do what it do

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

[Verse 1: 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, tre-05, 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)

[Verse 2: 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 homey, 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 up

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 shoot diamonds out

They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out

Ouch!

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Bitch I got money too

"Trilla" album comin' soon

Triple C's, 305, P-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 moi (moi!)

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

Like EA Sports, I'm in the game

Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade

[Interlude: DJ Khaled]

Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side

Epidemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad

Dade County, I do this fo' us

Listennn

[Verse 4: 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 horny pooking 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

[Verse 5: 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 niggas, 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 docks 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]

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)

[Verse 6: 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!

[Verse 7: Dre]

Unhh

From the depths of CC to Opa-Locka

D-R-E, North 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 me my Dade County 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 niggas 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]

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)