Trick Daddy – Born N Raised lyrics

born and raised in the county of Dade (ah)
born and raised, born born and raised, born and raised in the county of Dade.

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!
Listen Nigga!

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 dunk 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 "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!

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 Chevy's wit the top downs,
Beats that, you know, make the trunk rattle, rear-views shake,
Then they look at you wit they golds in they mouth
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' you 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,
Pero ten cuidado con un tumbe porque se lo llevan todo
Llama al babalaow preguntale por un depojo
Pero tu no puedes con los lobos
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 heavy,
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 it weigh out more than a boat load of keys,
Holla at them Haitians, let them know this licks on me.
What's up? Dade.

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 I'm a get 20 tonight.
You think your bitch bad, boy 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 is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire.
Over town, they'll bust ya head 'cause it won't slide.
Brown sub will wet ya ass like a dunk 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 board the plane wit it,
Unpack the sack and kill the game wit it! (Ross!)

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