Текст песни Dade County (feat. Shadowman Boogie) - Skam2

What′s you area code dawg
Welcome to Dade County, Heart and soul of the South East
From heart to mouth piece, to South Beach, the Dolphins and Heat
And visitors, oh it ain't safe gettin′ lost in the streets
'Cause the greetings my niggaz got gon' lift you off of your feet
And often you meet, niggaz like me that′s walking′ with freaks
Sparkin' the leaf. Walkin the streets. Avoidin′ the heat
Of SLRs and AR-15s, red beams
I'm from the city of Chevys, bottles of Henny and crack
And ain′t nothin' niggaz can do to change any of that
Except the street sweeps. Lockin′ up so many in fact
That our jails stay overcrowded and so many are black
And up in C.C. where so many consider the burbs
This shit for real. The Old World don't make no herbs
Don't have us infiltrate your corner dawg, we′ll take your curb
And all your custees, yo trust me, we′ll break your nerve
Take your words at face value and scar 'em for life
Oh Miami that′s not a city, it's a part of the night
The sick soundtrack to the illest part of your life
Always on point nigga. Like the bloody end of a knife
And uh

Do you wanna ride with me
Through Liberty City D-A-D-E
We got hoes, heat, trapped out streets
Dunks with dark boys on chromed out feets
Now, do you wanna ride with me
Through C.C., D-A-D-E
We got clubs, drugs, keys, P′s and quarters
O.W.D., OldWorlDisorder

You now enterin
Dade County, RockBottom of the map
Bass, butta, sens, we got a lot a 'dat
′Bout a hundred degrees, streets covered with snow
'Dem goons grilling' you down like they can see through your soul
Through your facade. Bullshit political talk
Ain′t no industry here dawg, only spitters with jobs
And others, still lookin′, can't find still cookin′
Oh me? I'm still rhymin′ and Shadow he still reppin
But yeah, we still dippin' through the heart of C.C
On a regular basis in a spacious Marquis
Through Dade, where the streets are numbered
Like days before you reach your slumber
Po-nine could come and beat you to death
Before the time you would even try to scream for the help
And that′s, deeper than death, for longer than life
I'm the man of the day dawg, this the song of the night
For y'all religious fanatics with semi-automatics
Fighting′ for that god you trust and ain′t scared to pack it
Man this rap shit is backwards and I see it all the time
People wanna be criminals more than they wanna do crime
But fine, as long as y'all don′t get it mistaken
The attitude is shatterproof and ain't made for the breakin
Bass peakin′ and quakin', blowin′ monitors out
You now leaving Dade County where the votes don't count
No sir

Do you wanna ride with me
Through Liberty City D-A-D-E
We got hoes, heat, trapped out streets
Dunks with dark boys on chromed out feets
Now, do you wanna ride with me
Through C.C., D-A-D-E
We got clubs, drugs, keys, Ps and quarters
O.W.D., OldWorlDisorder