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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
Dade County, let it do what it do
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my city
Miami, Listen
As we proceed
Y'all know what this is
Brother Jay and Sister B back at it
Now you can catch me way in Dade County
Where the weather's bipolar
where them boys gone pop (Boward County)
If you ain't from the city we consider you Opp (Boward County)
Slidin with a stick, whole drum on the chop
made, I’m self paid
I grew up with no daddy, I’m from Miami Dade
Welcome to Dade County
Welcome to, welcome to Dade County
Welcome to, welcome to Dade
street
To finally be alive
And I know nothing good comes easy
All good things take some time
I made my bed I'll lie in it
To die in it's the crime
nothing in this world gonna hold her back
Her pretty Chickasaw County child
Chickasaw County child
Is gonna be ok
Chickasaw County child
You gonna be
nothing in this world gonna hold her back
Her pretty Chickasaw County child
Chickasaw County child
Is gonna be ok
Chickasaw County child
You gonna be
Welcome to DADE county (yeah little nigga)
Welcome to DADE county
The city that you'd get murked in
When the purpose is you fucking up somebody
I recently went to a
Big homecomin' celebration
In Cleveland County Arkansas where I was born
Whole family went down and there was
A great day for us
A county cut celebrity
I still pump my own gas and
Still cut my own grass
Still get arrested just the same for
That weed smell in the dash
And I get judged
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in
But you say I'm fine (don't cha)
And some say Chatham summer is a bummer
But it's when I made you mine, oh mine
'Cuz of
Chatham County Foreplay
Chatham
was young she made me roam from my home
In the County Down
She lifts me up
She fill my cup
When I'm tired and weary, Lord
And she keeps the flame
niggas be capping
I'm in the country
I'm in the county
These bitches count on me
I'm in the country
I'm in the county
These bitches count on me
They think
lapse
See myself in a mirror so I haul off and break that bitch
This county ain't fair, why am I still here?
Pass me on Main and we both still stare
place I wouldn't mind to live
Spend the night beneath the stars in Garrett County
You'll see heaven and earth become one and the same
A million stars
for his scratch or his shoes
It's life in the county and the county gives plenty blues
One point for the black guys
They rolled him up, swelled
will not make a sound
I done my time up in the county I don't miss those days. Boxed the system finding court rooms like it's a maze. Brody made some bad
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing, and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in
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