(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, Hialeah, 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
Nigga, I rep my city
Miami, Listennn

(Trick Daddy:)
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, TRÉ-0-5, 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 crilll, 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
Born, bred and raised to get money ways
Cuz they don't get it off the top like we get it down in Dade
Aye

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Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'll be forever thuggin', baby)
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'll 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
Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so homie, 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 all skirt up
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
Bow down, 'cause I'm runnin' the south
Got some real ass 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

(Rick Ross:)
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 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 (whudd?!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She rollin' wit moi (moi!)
Thug gon like it (yuh!)
Khaled's the boss
Like Ricky's the Ross
Everyone of my dogs, where my dickies in the south
Come here girl, lemme kiss you (bitch)
One brick, that can get you rich
Candy paint on my sixty-six (six), you can call me that Richy Rich
I'm not in sports, but I'm in the game
Callin' the plays, 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!)
Plus my dog's daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills
Dade County poe-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

(Flo-Rida:)
Ayy!
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
Gitt'em, hit em, split 'em, stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grip, gotta grill 'em
Born, the city where they got dope dealers, killas
M-I-A my niggaz, home of the we don't play
Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer
Do not be thank' or be soft or be 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 docks clippin' that clean
Hot on the block it's a hundred degree
That's what about poppin' the A-P-T's
Home-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've been out that Chevy on 28's, I'm dodgin power lines
We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets
You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teeth
Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city,
I got a girl, I got a boy I'm babysit
I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it
Dade County goons, fuck'em Dade County cops 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, north Miami shoot up-up your block
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Crocker's the name (Yup!)
I needs me my Dade County be booty ho' is she pretty
Let her push the Chevy, all thru the city
Let 'em know that 50 fought this little Haiti overtime they got work
In liberty city them niggaz back pounds of that purp'
Yup!--What it is, what it does, we are the B-B-B-best
I'm from the city where you need to wear a vest underneath your v-v-vest
Name another city realer then the city I stay in campus
Can't be another city realer than Dade
Nigga!!

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