Born and Raised - Pitbull, Rick Ross, Trick Daddy

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!

Listenn Nigga!

(Verse 1: Trick Daddy)

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 dope 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 «ey yo!»

I fit the description

Black T addicted, big Glock wit me

For Dade County Nigga!

(Verse 2: Pitbull)

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 chevies wit the top downs

Beats that, you know, make the trunk rattle, rear-views shake

Then they look at you wit they gold smile

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 yaou 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

Better ten cuidado con un tunbe por se lo llevan todo

Llama al baba la preguntale por un despojo

Por en final de todo tu no puedes tu no bobo.

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 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 I weight out more than a boat out in the keys

Holla at them haitians, let them know this nick’s on me

What’s up?

Dade

(Verse 3: Rick Ross)

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 ima get 20 tonight

You think your bitch bad, man 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 my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire

Over town, they’ll bust ya head 'cause it won’t slide

Brown sub’ll wet ya ass 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 they take ya ass for a boat ride.,

In carol city, niggas quick to blow the plane wit it

Unpack the sack and kill the game wit it!

(ROSS!)

(Outro:)

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