(feat. Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Trina, Dre, Flo-Rida, ...)

[DJ Khaled:]

Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city

Dade County, let's go!

[Trick Daddy:]

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

[DJ Khaled:]

Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go

I rep my city
^!$$%, I rep my city
Miami, Listennn


[Trick Daddy:]
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta %#@!

I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas (*##$
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, %#@! real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills

Me and my ^!$$%s, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
(*##$ I'm from Dade County, we go way harder
We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made ^!$$%s

For on pray they raised to get money waist
We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade
Aye


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(*##$ I'm from Dade County

(*##$ I'm from Dade County
(*##$ I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)
(*##$ I'm from Dade County

(*##$ I'm from Dade County
(*##$ 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 (*##$es 'round me
Whuddup Khaled, you my ^!$$% so hold, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em

Any (*##$ 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 $$# sit on jag

I don't give a $#&@ (what?!)
Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south
Got some real gangsta ^!$$%s that'll run in ya house

Wanna open my mouth %#@! that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!


[Rick Ross:]
(*##$ 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 (*##$es rich

I'm out this sports, I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade

[DJ Khaled:]
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side

Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County, I do this fo' us
Listennn

[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 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, (*##$
I'm from Dade County


[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 ^!$$%z, 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


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[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, ^!$$% you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets
You are whatchu eat, young #~!!@, 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 @@#!s ho'
Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho!

[Dre:]

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 $$#, but it's still the same
I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!)
I needs my big County in big booty ho' she pretty
Let her push the Chevy, hogg thru city
Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime
They got rockin every city them ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%!!

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