Lyrics Born and Raised - Pitbull, Rick Ross, Trick Daddy

Born and Raised

DJ Khaled!
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0−5
Trick Daddy!
(When I ride, I ride for Trey-0−5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listenn Nigga!
(Verse 1: Trick Daddy)
Till a nigga D-I-E, I be forever thuggin baby!
The same nigga that’s why the streets still love me baby!
Bitch I’m from Dade County
See I’m a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala dope ridah
I’ll blow ya doors off
You race your car 'gainst my car
I’ll leave your ass so far you’ll doze off
And when I take off, it’s like i TOOK off
And when i ride by, it’s like i FLY by
You like a slow motion
All in 3-D
'cause everywhere I go, they by like «ey yo!»
I fit the description
Black T addicted, big Glock wit me
For Dade County Nigga!
(Verse 2: Pitbull)
It’s that little chico Pitbull
I’d just like to welcome y’all to where I been born, (ey Khaled spin that up
dog!)
I been raised… In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in them old school chevies wit the top downs
Beats that, you know, make the trunk rattle, rear-views shake
Then they look at you wit they gold smile
Let you know what it is
I been born and raised in the county of dade
The land of the haze, the cocaine capitol
We ain’t just hittin yaou buddy, we Warren Sapp’n ya
We comin hard like them Cubans in the 80's dog
Go ahead, throw it in the pot I bet it’s raw
Better ten cuidado con un tunbe por se lo llevan todo
Llama al baba la preguntale por un despojo
Por en final de todo tu no puedes tu no bobo.
Everything that I do, do
Everything that I say, say
Everywhere that I go I let 'em know hey I’m from the County of Dade!
Old school chevy heaven
Old school niggas preachin
Young niggas wild’n gettin rich of keys and violence
Trick, he’s the mayor
Luke, he’s the king
I’m Mr. 305, put that on a triple-beam
I bet I weight out more than a boat out in the keys
Holla at them haitians, let them know this nick’s on me
What’s up?
Dade
(Verse 3: Rick Ross)
You see him
You see him
Ross
You see him
You see him
Trick
Pitbull
DJ Khaled
305 M-i-yayo
(Born and raised, born and raised born and raised in the County of Dade.)
I got road dogs doin that 20-to-life
You try me, and ima get 20 tonight
You think your bitch bad, man i got 20 alike
Not the car but you know i be pushin the white
Dippin chevy in syrup
Digital dash
No bank accounts
My money in bags
Go do the physics
Cause when i whip it
And i love to whip it
That’s just another digit
This my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire
Over town, they’ll bust ya head 'cause it won’t slide
Brown sub’ll wet ya ass like a dope ride
You’re dead wrong for thinkin them chicos won’t ride
Opa Locka revolve around that big 4−5
Them lil haitians they take ya ass for a boat ride.,
In carol city, niggas quick to blow the plane wit it
Unpack the sack and kill the game wit it!
(ROSS!)
(Outro:)
Born and Raised, Born Born and Raised, Born and Raised in the County of Dade
Born Born and Raised, Born Born and Raised, Born Born and Raised in the County
of Dade
Born and Raised, Born Born and Raised, Born Born and Raised in the County of
Dade
Born Born and Raised, Born and Raised, Born and Raised in the County of Dade
Yeah it’s DJ Khaled, do or die, Big Dog Pitbull, Terror Squad-ian, a.k.
a the Beat Novacaine
Rest in Peace to my dog Uncle Al!
I rep my city
Dade County