Aonde Tem Abelha Formiga Come Sal

Excuse me, boy, the hustler is on the scene
Here we are again
The hustler's cars, the awesome Caravan
Remember after the blitz, cracking six cans
At the Flamingo gas station, that's where the boys get surprised
If you want to show off, leave because the hill appreciates it
It's all ours, scoundrel, the Opalas, the Chevettes
No need to have a lot of money to have fun
I enjoy my high from Planaltina to Ceilândia
Everything at home, right King, through the alleys is the route
With 17-inch rims, an easy target for the cops
It's nothing, the evidence is in the boot and whoever thinks
On the highway, a threat and the cop burns rubber
The horizon is not a limit for the loose women
At 10 o'clock in the hood, the asses go crazy (go crazy)
Do as you please, the world turns and who's in charge
Bandit with a badge, scoundrel in plain clothes
Ha, look at the convoy, the mosquito sighs
Scares, intimidates right away when it turns the corner
The weakest one runs, it's a natural instinct
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt

Look, how cool, tomorrow we'll be with the crew
Stop in the neighborhood, turn into a party, it's nothing
Go, open the trunk, let the ground shake
Let the kids live, that's how it should be
Each one with their responsibility, their joint, their high
From above, the kids stick together, criminals in the guardhouse
It's nothing, everything at home, this is our favela, it's our face
It's like an Opala engine, only stops when the gas runs out
From the top of the manhole, strengthens the scenario
Basic, works on a 1000 reais salary
Life is spontaneous, if you think too much, sorry
Where there's a bee, hey, an ant eats salt

Comedy starves in a nest of criminals
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt
The weakest one runs, it's a natural instinct
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt
Cheap perfume is fragrant but harmful
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt
From the Duck Jay Tribe, King Moral Surgery
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt

But hey, damn, the guards with the hideout up on the roof
Respect the hustlers, the talk here is straight
A Sony Xplod, catches those with Cyclone
It was over there, entered the alley, real man
Big hat style, a t-shirt, shorts
The rich kids communicate, catch the thief
It's tough at this time of night
To put in 10 reais of gas in Colorado
Bring a cigarette, engine always running
And at the BR exit, it's 1234
Offer a gift to the partners from CEI, like this
Those who always believed in me
It's nothing, another crazy guy here in the area nicknamed King
From Planaltina, the Tribe spins, it's Duke Jay
Crazy partner on the convoy road
From the Chevettera, the Opalera, the Corzus and Tojo
Neon on the dashboard, I'm loyal to rap
My way, my whole life, pen and paper in the mix
And the goal, of the thugs who only think about money
Stay down here until the end all the time
To discredit for a few measly coins
And even so, here you can't miss a step
It's nothing, excuse me, listen here and spread the word
Crazy guy, very crazy, like Dreher on the sidewalk
I know this, if the cops are on the scene
It's for the rich kids to be alert and not act like assholes
Cold demeanor, can't be discredited
Red lens, it's better not to risk
That the kids are wearing berets, that the kids are wearing hats
And if you're not careful, old buddy, it's trouble
From the Duck Jay Tribe, connection to the King
Neither above nor below but on the line of the law
Because partner, my buddy has lived in the dark
Tune in to rap up top as it has already happened
Only businessmen, it's ten o'clock
The atmosphere is tense, the thieves and the cops
Cunning instinct, the guys here are fierce
Truck with loud music, the style is just angry
If you're not interested, it's normal for me too
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt
Traitor here in the hood will always have a hard time
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt
If it's all good for you, it's normal for me too
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt
From the Duck Jay Tribe, King Moral Surgery
Where there's a bee, an ant eats salt