DJ Khaled:

Born and raised in the county of Dade (Ahhhh) 

Born and raised, born-born and raised

Born and raised in the county of Dade

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:

'Til 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 rider

I'll blow ya doors off

You race your car 'gainst my car

I'll leave yo' 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

Cuz everywhere I go, they by like "Ay yo"

I fit the description

Black tee addicted, big Glock wit' me

For Dade County nigga



Hook

Pitbull:

It's that little chico Pitbull, 

I'd just like to welcome y'all to where I been born

(Ay 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 Chevy's 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



Verse 2

Pitbull:

I been born and raised in the county of Dade

The land of the haze, the cocaine 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

(Spanish) 

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 heavy

Old school niggaz preachin'

Young niggaz wildin', gettin' rich off keys and violence

Trick, he's the mayor

Luke, he's the king

I'm Mr. 3-0-5, put that on a triplebeam

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



Hook:

Rick Ross:

You see him, you see him

Ross, you see him, you see him

Trick, Pitbull, DJ Khaled

3-0-5, M-I-Yayo

(Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised in the county of Dade)



Verse 3

Rick Ross:

I got road dogs doin' that 20-to-life

You try me, and I'ma 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, 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

Over town, they'll bust ya head cuz 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

Ober locker revolve around that big 4-5

Them lil' Haitians, they take ya ass for a boat ride

In Carol City, niggaz quick to blow the plane wit' it

Unpack the sack and kill the game wit' it

Ross



Hook:

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

(Repeat)



DJ Khaled:

Yeah it's DJ Khaled, do or die

Big Dog Pitbull, Terror Squadron AKA The Beat Novocain

Rest in peace to my dog Uncle Al

I rep my city

Dade County