Bitch I’m From Dade County

Song: Bitch I’m From Dade County
Artiste(s): DJ Khaled Feat. Dre, Trick Daddy, Trina, Rick Ross, Brisco, Flo Rida & C-Ride
Album: We The Best
Year: 2007

[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 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

[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, listen

[Trick Daddy:]
I’m well-connected, well-respected for gangster 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 bigger (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

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
What up, Khaled? You my nigga. So, homey, lemme git ’em
Yes I’m back, plus I’m mad, so I ain’t playin’ with ’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 with my ass out skirt up
I don’t give a fuck. What?!
Ride out, ’cause I’m runnin’ the south
Got some real gangster niggas that’ll run in your house
Wanna open my mouth shoot diamonds out
They go “Brra-Tat-Tat”. So, you better watch out
Ouch!

[Rick Ross:]
Bitch I got money too, Trilla album comin’ soon
Triple Cs, 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 (what up?!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!) She rollin’ with moi (moi!)
Talk to ’em like it (yuh!) Khaled’s the boss like Ricky’s the Ross
Everyone of my dogs, 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 for Dade

[DJ Khaled:]
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epidemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County, I do this for us
Listen

[Brisco:]
Yuh, I got money too, Bris’, I be comin’ through
Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin’ comfortable (Yeah!)
Still hood, still real (Un!), 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 that 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:]
Ay!
Don’t you for I really run ’em up, load ’em up, who ya wanna be?
Get ’em, hit ’em, split ’em, stick ’em, touch
You wanna mine, the grip gotta grill ’em
Born in the city where they got no killers
M-I-A, my niggas, homie, we don’t play
Better get out the way, you ain’t ever seen the real go realer
Do not be thinking we soft or we sweet
Come on the opposite side of the beach
They gotta the choppers that’ll put you to sleep
Yeah, that’s them choppers, you know what I mean
That’s when I top wanna say about to your dreams
We on the docks where they flippin’ that clean
Hot on the block ’cause it a hundred degrees
That’s what about rep that A-P-Ts
Poe Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I’m letting you know, boy, Flo-Rida for sure, boy
Triple C’s the second, I get it for low, boy
We trillin’ ’cause we the best in Dade County
You better know it, ’cause

[C-Ride:]
Carol City on my mind, we mobbin’ out the line
I’m on that Chevy on 28s, I’m changin’ all lines
We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin’, we run the streets
You are what you eat. Young pussy, go brush your teeth
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:]
Un
From the depths of CC to Opa-Locka
D-R-E, North Miami shoot up off your block
Went solo on that ass, but it’s still the same
I got a chopper 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, hog through 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!