DJ Khaled Album

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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

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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
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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

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[Chorus: Kanye]
Oh it can't Be
G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam B
But you niggaz gon' get in 'til you get to Miami

[Kanye West]
GLC gon be stoned as Angie
I be Don C, Johnny Patron, and me
It's a celebration bitches more bottles of cham-p-aign
In love with the same stripper that sprung T-Pain
And all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap mayn
dawg I can't keep sayin G.O.O.D music the greatest latest
stuntin out the middle of nowhere like Vegas
From the chi the city of hella haters
where we keep rising to the top like elevators
Hi haters I'm back of hiatus I feel just like you I mean even I hate us
Turn the radio down I mean every song
Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian
Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me on
Until Khaled turned up the volume
Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin
Nas done told you come on homie we major
Really Doe told you hoes where we staying
G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playing

Dawg it can't be
G.O.O.D. music the Grammy family
A little bit a stuntin flickin dawg it ain't deep
I'm only trying to spend what they claim you can't keep
before you die so I make sure I stay on the Chi side
like Lakeshore Drive, The Grammy Family

[Consequence]
uh,uh,uh
Ghea uh,uh it's the Cons fool.. word

Oh it can't Be
G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam B

And after music meetings wit evenings with Angie
It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me
And we, be in Miami
So when they spot me in Bentley it's gon be a stampede
cuz we be racing Bentleys no different than Grand Prix's
fam please, don't make my man squeeze
And we can take it to the cars and I'll show you the hand speed
I started independent with owners from land speed
But now they recognize the way they did for Sam Sneed
And sense I got my shot like I was call and man b
I hope they lose they spot guarantee a plan B
We'll be waiting in the telli like Jamie and Fancy
prolly paintin they nails in nuthin but they panties
And we'll be up town Jimmy and Camby
headin to the game to watch Kenyon and Camby
They can't breathe or hardly catch they next breath
And I know my nigga Ye told you we was the best dressed
I know I got a buzz so plan up the next step
So what ya'll wanna do when it comes to that next check
And bet Quence and Khaled know what the business is
So open up them envelopes you know who the winners is

Oh, Oh, Oh, The Grammy Family

[John Legend]
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
On Grammy night call it G.O.O.D. family night
Celebrate tonight
Oh it's alright, it's alright... yeah

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(feat Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, Paul Wall, Pitbull, Rick Ross)

Cool & Dre
This is...This is
This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF

Lil Wayne
Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy Fuckin Baby
And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile em in the phantom
They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince
Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B
Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain?t lookin at y'all (She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)

Chorus : Paul Wall
Holla at me, What it do, What it is
You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain?t never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shit
Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)

Paul Wall
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka
Lone star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste
I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glass
Gettin cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like Ketoya
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy Toy I E got to sleep
And we got to see and who got the freaks ?
Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there?s been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin, I'm trill
That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one
A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby

Chorus : Paul Wall
Holla at me, What it do, What it is
You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shit
Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)

Fat Joe
Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)
We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on
and he's pushing something far and it's fucked
Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
Who wanna come test the kid
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby

Chorus : Paul Wall
Holla at me, What it do, What it is
You ain?t never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shit
Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)

Rick Ross
Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president
Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses
Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys
Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall

Chorus : Paul Wall
Holla at me, What it do, What it is
You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shit
Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)

Pitbull
It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in day
I owe my future to
Last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun shine stayed, well that shoulda
Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick ?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south
We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
Harlas and priests
These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Oye da loca, mueve a la carada, oye da loca, even la meraya ( ?)

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(feat. Slim Thug, Chamillionaire & Trina)

[Slim Thug:]
Yeah
Slim Thugga(Thugga)
My n**** DJ Khaled huh
Huh MIA to H-town mothaf***as
We ridin' candy

[Chorus x2: Slim Thug]
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga
That candy paint shinin', 5th wheel reclinin'
Rollin' on 4s grippin' wood with the diamonds
Yella and white in my mouf, got em blindin'
If you lookin' fo Thugga,
I'll tell you where to find him
I'm MIA in that MIA,
F***in' with my n**** Khaled and that Cool and Dre
Tryna play it how they play, 24s on the dump
Sittin' high in the sky, lookin low at the pump
Got a trunk full of beat, and a freak in every seat
On my way from freeway to the presidential suite
And b you lookin' weak without chrome feet
And if you ain' got candy then yo ride ain' complete
We 100 cars deep, down on South Beach
And I ain' tryna leave till I got 2 a piece
At least, that's how the south bossput it down
You can find me in ya town, with the cleanest s*** around
With the

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Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Trina:]
Yep
Alot of people said that I would not last
Cuz I'ma Dade County off of 15th ave
You remember Mr. Wonderful, that's my dad
Kept my toes on marble flo's, swimmin' in cash
My mama name 'Nessa, taught me the game
16 ladies rollin with a fly a** chain
Use to ride through the city, in hollywood benz
God blees the dead, I'ma see you again
I was the baddest at the west, I'll take yo man
I sneak him into Strawberry's after pack jam
Or Miami Nights, at Miami nights
We was up all night, till they cut the street lights
But now I been crowned as the queen
M-I-YAYO home of the triple beam, ya' mean
DJ Khaled put it on
Diamond Princess, a star is born
I'm on my grown, yes

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Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Chamillionaire:]
Yea, Yea, Yea What up Khaled
Ay, I'm pullin' up in somethin' you should take a picture of
Liftin' up the lambo do's, go and give yo chick a hug
Paint wetter than the suds in ya kitchen cuz
Larger than a dove, and it don't feel like O.J. Simpsons glove
Reincarnate Picaso out of the grave,
And still couldn't compete with the way my ride is sprayed
Rims stayin' on the run like a runaway slave
The top is chop-chop, like a summer day fade
Vallet be slippin' slidin' when they standin' by this caddy
My paint wet(yup) watch it do the trick daddy
Me and E got fly rides, if you want it then get at me
If it fit then I don't want em they suppose to fit barely
I made straight As in spanish Khaled they must have forgot though
(Khaled:How many cars Koopa?) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Add another cuatro, I got another drop so
I'm buildin' a garage on top of the one i got(oh)
Tell the maker of the Chevy that I'm ridin' silly(silly)
Turn it up, heavy bass'll make it poppa willy
I know my cheese is at stake but I'm not from Philly
Jackers watchin', plottin', so Chamilly went and cop a milly

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Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[DJ Khaled:]
DJ Khaled(Khaled)
Dade County to Houston connection right here(right here)
Slim Thug(Thug)
Trina
Chamillionaire
BD Gunz I see you
Fat what up
Oh yeah, It's that ride out music
You naw mean
Yea
Listennn[echos]

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(feat. Birdman & Chop)

[Talking:]
Yeah You Heard Me Nigger?
Hey C'mon

[Chorus:]
We Still Up In The Club Poppin' Bottles Like Bub
All The Girls Showin Us Love
We So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
We Still Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
[x2]

{Yeah}
{Yeah Nigger}

[Verse 1:]
We Flew In Jets 'n G-4's
With The Chest On The Floor Nigger,
Blowing Out The Pound Nigger
Paper Chasing With This Money On My Mind Nigger
Going To The Club, Letting It Rain On These Hoes Nigger
And These Shoes That Be Cracking(?)A Style Nigger
Alligate A Style Nigger
2000 In Here Nigger
And My Shortie She Love Roberto Cavale Nigger
She Ride Real Fly Nigger
Fuck With Big Time Niggers And Yeah
I Say We Kept It In Boxes Nigger
We Know How To Get It Nigger
Know How To Spend It Nigger And Yeah
Cause Now Days We Got It Nigger
We Blowin It On Spinners Nigger
Rolling In A Bentley Nigger Yeah
We Let Em Shop Till They Pop Nigger
Pop Till They Drop Nigger
Tha's How We Do Em Nigger Bitch
We Get This Money Like It's Running
Cause These Hoes Keep It Coming Nigger
Tha's How We Do It Nigger

[Chorus]

{Yeah, Yeah Nigger Yeah}

[Verse 2:]
I Say We At It Again Nigger
We Back On The Ground
With Them Things Going For Ten Nigger And Yeah
The Homie Out From The Pen Nigger
Who Gave Me The Game
So I Took It In To Win Nigger And Yeah
We Hit The Club In The Benz Nigger
We Know About Them Hos And
We Know About They Friends Nigger And Yeah
We Pop One And We In Nigger
We Headed To The Tele
Then We Out In The Wind Nigger Shit
We Paper Chasing Again Nigger
That Pull Out The Folds Nigger,
Millionaire Ben Nigger And Shit
That's Where Atlanta Come In Nigger
The Wings Comin Out
When The Auto Come In Nigger And Yeah
On Stunner Holla We Get Down
We Blowing Out The Pound Nigger
Represent The Town Nigger And Shit
We World Wide We Get Down
We Pitching Off The Mound
Got The Game Off The Ground Nigger

[Chorus]

{Yeah, Put It In Here Boy, Nigger}

[Verse 3:]
Look We Poppin Bottles In Here Nigger
It's 4 In The Morning
And Them Hoes Still In Here And Shit
We Brought The Tables For Later Friends (?)
We Burned Mans Down (?) And
We G'ed Up In Here And Nigger
We Know The Game Of Hustle Nigger
We Stay On The Grind Nigger
And Its Up New Every Year And Yeah
Like Big G And Derrick Did
And I'm A 2 Stunner
Ima Shine For Em Every Year And Shit
I Know Some Heshews And Dred Nigger(?)
With Haters That Peg Nigger
That Know About The Cash Flow And Nigger
We Big Timers In Fast Lane
We're A Neighborhood Gang Nigger
And Know How To Get Dough And Nigger
We Do It Big In The Range Nigger
We Rockin It Blend Nigger
And Everyday Blowing Dro And Yeah
I Smack A Bitch With Some Change Nigger
From Spittin The Game Nigger
With 10 G's On The Low

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[Out:]
Picture In My Step In All Whites
In The Club Tonight
Of This We Gon Fight
Cause I'm Full Of That Purple And Lean
If You Went From My Section You Ain't Coming In Between
I'm So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
I'm So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
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[Over The Second Time:]
{Yeah Nigger}
{Thas How We Do It In The Club Nigger}
{We Buy The Whole Table Nigger}
{We Buy The Bottles Whole Set Up Nigger}
{And No Line Waiting Nigger}
{We Vi People Nigger}
{You Feel Me Nigger}
{That's How The Game Been Laced Nigger}
{And That's How We Lace The Game Nigger}
{So If Your Eyes Watching Nigger}
{You Know How Get Down Nigger}
{I Brought The Bling In To The Game Nigger}
{I Brought The Chrome To The Game Nigger}
{You Understand What That Did?}
{We On The Grind Nigger, We On The Grind}
{It's Our Muscle Thats Gon Shine}
{You Heard Me?}
{Yeah Hey Nigger Tell That Ho To Move Over Nigger}
{She Ain't Got No B'ness Sittin Right There Nigger}

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