Trick Daddy - Where U From (feat. Trina & Duece Poppi) lyrics

(Trick) Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya n***a Take off Y'all know what time it is Liberty City n***a, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City n***as Seminola n***as, Bahhas, Hialeah n***as, Matchbox, Wynwood n***as Richmond Heights, Perine n***as Homestead n***as, Florida City n***as Overtown n***as (OT), Coconut Grove n***as South Miami n***as Opa-Locka n***as (South Miami Heights too) Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right (Verse 1: Trick) I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby Dipping corners, pulling b**hes in old Chevy's baby Dubs or better, candy's and leather What you want n***a Two do's, Fo' do's We call 'em donk's n***a Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's My verse is seven pounds My sh** be getting down I got a seven Trick ducking they can't catch me now Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthaf**kin' city of Caprice's and Impala's I'll holla dawg ??? the age, straight or shady I still beat it baby Married twice, five kids I still eat it lady Ain't no sh** shady ??? till I see better days Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way ??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders Got that fire You want get hi' so want you come on over Boy I'm a powder head X-man, X-cons I got them boys all the way from Marathon to West Palm Call me the butcher man The cookie cook it man I got a soft You wanna hard I guess I'll burn it then (Trick Daddy Hook:) Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthaf**kin city of Caprice's and Impala's I'll holla dawg (Repeat) (Verse 2: Trina) I like 'em rugged guns Thugged, cold blooded n***a Pinky ringing blinging And rollie platinum flooded n***a Don't want no buster's either You got to pay this diva And if ya money ain't long n***a Ion't see ya Cause I'm the baddest b**h Ballin' with the baddest clique I make ya money disappear like a magic trick A cla**y chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce Selen suits looking cute with the matching boots I'm getting loochie a** juicy getting a pa**ion fruit You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my n***a Trick The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it I'ma first round draft pick Y'all b**hes getting traded I'm triple X rated p**y stay soakin' wet I set a n***a up quick for his coke and jet (Trina Hook:) It's Miss Trina baby I'm from the city where the b**hes shakin' a**, gettin cash Holla back ladies (Repeat) (Trick Daddy) New York n***as DC n***as Detroit n***as Va n***as Ga n***as All around worldwide n***a (Verse 3: Deuce Poppito) I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter Fo' show do Room is full of pimps and thugs Ghetto pharmacies with prescription d** Banging like Krypts and Bloods We wiping slugs Our enemies dripping blood Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box When I ride the blocks I always hide my Glocks In the dash board next to my pa**port In the double S I paid thirteen cash for My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop With the one stop shop Heroin, weed, and rocks I feed the block And ride the strip in a tinted drop And I even met the n***as who invented rocks I got the block game from the county of Dade A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link I pray to God the boat carryin that coke don't sink, what (Deuce Hook:) It's Deuce Poppie n***a I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers Wha**up, holla n***a (Repeat)