Raimundos
Lapadas Do Povo
Baile Funky
This woman is looking at me
And telling me that she wants me in the middle
Funk baile funky
Pretty girl in her own way that the nêga screams
It's in the lapada
We're taking the blood
South, this woman is telling me
That the will is in the south
The compass is telling me that she's in the south
you with the weapon on the side
Be careful in the fight that this king in the belly
is getting old
tall there I deny crazy
is afraid What did she come for
She has the wobbly legs of someone who's about to die
I'm tired of TV and the bombardment of fashion
Order me to buy everything I see
Everything she has to sell
br/>I'm tired, I'm a callus on my fingers
From hand to mouth
That doesn't stop growing
The law doesn't know the difference between being crazy and going crazy
The medicine is so strong that it kills a little every day
If all excess was seen as weakness
And not as an insult
It would take away my suffocation
The door is always open for the people
In the bark of the cerrado, the starving ones arrived
Dirt from another place that comes to tarnish your name
I told you that the thief who steals
Is well dressed and I saw him monte
This joke on the roof is the wind that life carries
It's old-fashioned thinking, it extinguishes you by burning the grass
Rooted is the owner of the foot that sticks in the ground
And it does the bridge
People of Zé offense
It is in the church that the people empty their purses
There are four saints, three burning the kunk
Deciding the fate of others as if it were God
Behind the table the butcher commands
And intolerance sends me back to the dock
Arming with propaganda.
In that spider's web there are snakes, dogs and rats
And the medicine to kill is green and made from grass
The time has come to change, to bring in new blood
And leave this door always open for the people
In the bark of the cerrado, the dead of hunger arrived
Dirt from elsewhere that comes to tarnish your name
I told you that the thief who really steals
Is well dressed and I saw a lot
That noise on the roof is the wind that life takes
It's old-fashioned thinking, it extinguishes you by burning the grass
Rooted is the owner of the foot that sticks in the ground
And makes the bridge
Justice doesn't look at me because it's blind
But she sees the money in her wallet
The law of the dog is nothing more than the law of man itself
And the more I looked the belief grew
That the guard on your side it's nothing you think
For the people of the cerrado
From the top of Colorado
It has another name
People of Zé offense