Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitch I'm From Dade County, artist - DJ Khaled. Date of issue: 11.06.2007
Song language: English
Bitch I'm From Dade County |
| Diaz Brothers |
| DJ Khaled |
| I rep my city |
| Dade County, let’s go! |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side |
| Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad |
| Dade County, I do this fo’us |
| Listennn |
| Yuh, I got money too |
| Bris', I be comin’thru |
| Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin’comfortable (Yeah!) |
| Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!) |
| Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills |
| Dade County dope-boy, best believe I’m 'bout dat doe |
| Chose come up get em yep, we ain’t really by that def |
| Yeah, I’m the future, got the goons 'round me And yeah I rep my city, bitch |
| I’m from Dade County |
| Ayy! |
| Don’t you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be? |
| Gitt’em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna |
| mine gotta grill 'em |
| Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas |
| M-I-A my niggaz, hommie we don’t play |
| Better get out the way, you ain’t ever seen real go realer |
| Do not be thankin’we soft or we sweet |
| Come on the opposite side of the beach |
| They gotta the choppas that’ll put you to sleep |
| Yeah, that’s them choppas, you know what I mean |
| That’s when I top wanna say about your dreams |
| We on the tox’clippin’that clean |
| Holla on the block cause we under degrees |
| That’s what about rep that A-P-T's |
| Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy |
| I’m that international boy, Flo-Rida fo’sho boy |
| Triple C’s the second, I get it fo’low, boy |
| We trillin’cause we the best in Dade County |
| You better know it, cause |
| Carol City on my mind, we mobbin’out the line |
| I’m on dat Chevy on 28's, I’m changin’all lines |
| We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets |
| You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef |
| Try to keep that Ca$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! |
| 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! |