Lyrics Intro - Pitbull

(L man, yeah)

Yeah nigga, welcome to Dade County
Where we slang rocks that claim blocks
And these red and blue lights just keep our streets hot
Come on and ride with a nigga
So I can show you what Dade County really got

See, don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the bottom
You can just run these streets
You and your jewels are like a menu
And trust me nigga we intend to eat

Fuck around and cross that I-395
You just run into a bunch of dead end streets
Niggas with wifebeaters and bare feet
That's right, nigga, I'm talking straight goon style
Go beyond that about three miles
And you're now entering the infamous Lil Havana

Now I know y'all studio gangsters be vibing off the movie "Scarface"
But the wrong move in this place
And you fuck around and meet the real Tony Montana
So fuck them palm trees
I got shit for you to really see
Like there's a graveyard in brown sub
Where bitches marry four generations deep
And I aint even talking about sister lyin' next to brother

I'm talking from granddaddy to grandmother
Piled up on top of each other
And all that rap about your Lil Haiti connections?
Nigga, you don't even know a real zo
But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago

But you a star, though
Okay, nigga, if you a real G
This is where you tell your car to go
Opa Locka
Where continuous spotlight helicopters
And a triangle full of choppers

Carol City make holes and you so big
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from birth to the hurst
That's why my childhood consisted of a bulletproof vest and a pyrex
Nigga, y'all ain't even seen the real Miami yet
So welcome to Miami-Dade County, the real Miami
Where we live to die (for life)