Born N Raised Songtext
von Pitbull

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

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!

Listen Nigga!


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 dunk 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 "there he go"
I fit the description
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me
Real Dade County Nigga!

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?
Beats that, you know, make the trunk rattle,
Rear-views shake
Then they look at you wit they golds in they mouth
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′ 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
Llama al babalaow preguntale por un depojo
Pero tu no puedes 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 heavy
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 it weigh out more than a boat load of keys
Holla at them Haitians, let them know this licks on me
What′s up? Dade

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 I′m a get 20 tonight
You think your bitch bad, boy 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 is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire
Over town, they'll bust ya head ′cause it won′t slide

Brown sub will wet ya ass like a dunk 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 board the plane wit it
Unpack the sack and kill the game wit it! (Ross!)

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