Pitbull - Guilty by a**ociation lyrics

[Intro] Man... I hate it when i'm in the club or when i'm on the streets and.. All these cats run upon me talkin' bout' what they doin' and.. Who they set a lick on or how many bricks they flip, and I mean I really don't need to hear that sh** to be honest with you dawg.. [Hook(x2)] I'ts cool you flip birds, don't bring that sh** around me (Guilt-guilty by a**ociation) I heard you was snitching so don't come around me (Guilt-Guilt-guilty by a**ociation) I heard you're talkin' licks, don't talk that sh** around me (Guilt-Guilt-guilty by a**ociation) Cause' i ain' getting them that if them fools around me (Guilt-Guilt-guilty by a**ociation) [Verse 1] Call me Miami hero hero cause this deals with the track Blow my mind like R.teel, yes it's wrong but it's real f**boys, they know the deal, Pitbull done started a revolution, now all they wanna do is follow, follow, but chill I went from tia serving me meals, to makin' a meal So f** what you feel, talk is cheap so f** a grill Miami got them boys that's real, trill Now, full of, gold, grills, sell steel And only got notes that they k** bills You can tell them boys is rookies When they make it rain in the club You can tell them boys is rookies When they got a hundred ones on the dub I love it when they think they big time, but they just servin' cookies And i love when they think they from the hood And they just suburban pussies I'm off in the sky boxing tootsies, with Pepe knock chasin' pussies Just lookin' for investors to back this movement we pushin' I ain't comfortable till' everything i make is kushin', and everyday becomes knuckling but (?) [Hook] [Verse 2] Dime con quien tu van da, y te digo quien tu eres Pitbull el rapero, pero negociante Armando Perez I rap for them low-key-boys, get money low key boy And thanks to this rap sh** I don't gotta hear nothin' bout' no keys boy But it's like everywhere i go Everybody's moving blow by the boatloads (wow!) And then they get on records And rap about the sh** on cold like if they don't know These boys get away for the spare of c**aine Which is the reason they ain't aged in the rap game The feds, cabs, bobs, wise, they'll listen to everything they say You can deny it until you get federally indicted (Damn! Accounts frozen and family get put on a diet (Damn!) Them big boys who push heavy weighting on that iron lining I'm tryna blow to the point that I can tell Donald Trumph you're fired I did what i had to do to get where I'm at I pushed a little this, I pushed a little that But now that the game let me in I ain't never goin' back, and buddy, you can bet that Having problems moving weight, man, i wish i could help But rap is my meal ticket so keep them bricks to ya self [Hook] Guilty, guilty by a**ociation (X4)