Dj Khaled - Born N Raised lyrics

[DJ Khaled] Born and raised in the county of Dade Born and raised, born-born and raised Born and raised in the county of Dade DJ Khaled (When I ride, I ride for 305) Trick Daddy (When I ride, I ride for 305) Rick Ross, Pitbull (When I ride, I ride for 305) The Bottom Listen n***a [Trick Daddy] 'Til a n***a D-I-E, I be forever thuggin' baby The same n***a, that's why the streets still love me baby b**h I'm from Dade County See I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala dope rider I'll blow ya doors off You race your car 'gainst my car I'll leave yo' a** 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 Cuz everywhere I go, they be like "Ay yo" I fit the description Black tee addicted, big Glock wit' me For Dade County n***a [Pitbull] It's that little chico Pitbull I'd just like to welcome y'all to where I been born (Hey Khaled bet that up dog) I been raised, in the county of Dade, you know You got them boys that pa** by In them old school Chevy's wit' the top downs Ba** that, you know, make the trunk rattle, rear-view shake Then they look at you wit' they gold smile Let you know what it is, what it ain't I been born and raised in the county of Dade The land of the haze, the c**aine 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 Llamar el babalao preguntale por un depojo Pero final de todo tu no puede 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 heaven Old school n***as preachin' Young n***as wylin, gettin' rich off ki's 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 boatload of ki's Holla at them Haitians, let them know this lick's on me Welcome to Dade [Rick Ross] You see him, you see him Ross, you see him, you see him Trick, Pitbull, DJ Khaled 305, M-I-Yayo I got road dogs doin' that 20 to life You try me, and I'ma get 20 tonight You think your b**h bad, boy I got 20 alike Not the car but they know I be pushin' the white Dippin' Chevy in syrup, digital dash No bank accounts, my money in bags Go do the physics, cuz 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 Overtown, they'll bust ya head cuz it won't slide Brown Sub'll wet ya a** 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 will take ya a** for a boat ride In Carol City, n***as quick to board the plane wit' it Unpack the sack and k** the game wit' it Ross [DJ Khaled] 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 and raised in the county of Dade Born-born and raised, born-born and raised Born-born and raised in the county of Dade Yeah it's DJ Khaled, do or die Big Dog Pitbull Terror Squadron a.k.a. The Beat Novocain Rest in peace to my dog Uncle Al I rep my city Dade County The movement