Cobra Criada

Hold on, brave
This samba is serious for you
Make sure you understand
That's right, buddy
The boa will listen, dude

I'm a raised cobra
And I have a lot of venom
I'm the grandson of the dawn
And the godson of the night dew

I'm a raised cobra

I'm a raised cobra (yes, I am)
And I have a lot of venom
I'm the grandson of the dawn
And the godson of the night dew

I want respect from you
I'm a good friend, but I fight for nothing
Just don't mess up, trickery
And you'll be fine

My mulatto is not a guitar
For a bum to play
Nor is it a microphone
For the late-night friend to talk

I'm a raised cobra

I'm a raised cobra (yes, I am)
And I have a lot of venom (yeah)
I'm the grandson of the dawn
And the godson of the night dew

I'm a raised cobra

I'm a raised cobra (yes, I am)
And I have a lot of venom
I'm the grandson of the dawn
And the godson of the night dew

A bum is like grass
That grows anywhere
I arrived, I'm coming
I'm here to weed

But there live some scoundrels
Who need a beating
They're like a dog with a cat
Always wanting to fight

I'm a raised cobra

I'm a raised cobra (yes, I am)
And I have a lot of venom (yeah)
I'm the grandson of the dawn (whoops!)
And the godson of the night dew

I'm a raised cobra

I'm a raised cobra (and I am)
And I have a lot of venom
I'm the grandson of the dawn
And the godson of the night dew

I'm a raised cobra

I'm a raised cobra (and I am)
And I have a lot of venom
I'm the grandson of the dawn
And the godson of the night dew

I'm a raised cobra

I'm a raised cobra (and I am)
And I have a lot of venom
I'm the grandson of the dawn
And the godson of the night dew

I'm a raised cobra

I'm a raised cobra (and I am)
And I have a lot of venom
I'm the grandson of the dawn
And the godson of the night dew