Dade (DJ Khaled) Born, born n raised, born, born n raised (And when I ride, I ride for 305) Born, born n raised in the County of Dade (Trick Daddy)
nigga we'll rock yo dome BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!) [Verse One - Trick Daddy] Half step pussy ass
see me in the hood When I got you on baby like "Look at the way daddy rock that!" Baby I need you on my arm Like a need a fly shirt with a big boy bright
a player back (Wait a minute) Boy, why you tripping like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute) What is your problem daddy
da piz-ad sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad to make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!] 'cause baby need new shoes and daddy need
sex meee? - Then take a picture, baby text meee! You wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! I'm lookin
Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe And tricks need us
though see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring
knot You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch
looking at the door for the ho ho ho Cause I know When theres a christmas uptown Ain't no chimney for santa to come down Verse 4: Puffy Daddy Now to
my life Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch
me for some mo'dick And started suckin mo' dick I said relax you freaky bitch and sit yo' ass up on it Her momma's in the kitchen Her daddy's watchin
hate, grown with it My God, I'm dope boy, fresh, hit the toe and Izod The most downloaded song in your iPODs Me and M H never tricked, so why start?
' hoes open Tecca I'm da whip bangin? with both doors open I'm a Sam boy split them bitches right in half boy And uhh tubsie wubsie, I'm they bath toy
we running the streets Respect my hood screaming CP3! Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town C-Murder
'm still a pimp I don't really want ya but I just pretend 'Cause I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin' out with them Trick daddy won
crime/ Stuck in the pen and doin time/ Facin 10, 20, Life/ (Verse 1) Make ways of the 90?s/ Babies havin babies (Babies havin babies)/ N*****s dyin young/ Boy
arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we