Where You From?

[Trick Daddy] Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga Take off Y'all know what time it is Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas Seminole niggas, Bal Harbour, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox Wynnwood niggas, Richmond Heights, Homestead niggas Florida City niggas, Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas South Miami niggas, Opa Locka niggas Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right Verse 1: (Trick) I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby Dubs or better, candy's and leather What you want nigga Two do's, Fo' do's We call 'em donk's nigga Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's My verse is seven pounds My shit be getting down I got a seven Trick ducking they can't catch me now Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's I'll holla dawg ??? the age, straight or shady I still beat it baby Married twice, five kids I still eat it lady Ain't no shit shady ??? till I see better days Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way ??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders Got that fire You want get hi' so want you come on over Boy I'm a powder head X-man, X-cons I got the boys all way from Marathon to West Palm Call me the butcher man The cookie cook it man I got a soft You wanna hard I guess I'll burn it then (Trick Daddy Hook): Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's I'll holla dawg (Repeat) Verse 2: Trina I like 'em rugged guns Thugged, cold blooded nigga Pinky ring blinging And rollie platinum flooded nigga Don't want no buster's either You got to pay this diva And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya Cause I'm the baddest bitch Ballin' with the baddest clique I make ya money disappear like a magic trick A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce Silen suits looking cute with the matching boots I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it I'mma first round draft pick Y'all bitches getting traded I'm triple X rated Pussy stay soakin' wet I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet (Trina Hook): It's Miss Trina baby I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash Holla back ladies (Repeat) [Trick Daddy] New York niggas DC niggas Detroit niggas Va niggas Ga niggas All around worldwide nigga Verse 3: Deuce Poppito I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater I'mma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter Fo' show do Room is full of pimps and thugs Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs Banging like Krypts and Bloods We wiping slugs Our enemies dripping blood Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box When I ride the blocks I always hide my Glocks In the dash board next to my passport In the double S I paid thirteen cash for My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop With the one stop shop Heroin, weed, and rocks I feed the block And ride the strio in a tinted drop And I even met the niggas who invented rocks I got the block game from the county of Dade A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link I pray the God that boat carryin' that coke don't sink, what (Deuce Hook): It's Deuce Poppie nigga I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers Whassup, holla nigga (Repeat)