Onde Tem Abelha Formiga Come Sal

Excuse me, boy, the hustler is on the track
Here we are again
The hustler cars, the awesome Caravan
Right after the checkpoint, three sixes, the can stops
At the Flamingo gas station, that's where the boys get surprised
If you want to show off, leave because the hill appreciates
It's all ours, scoundrel, the Opalas, the Chevettes
You don't need 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
3 hours from the hood, the assholes go crazy (go crazy)
Supposedly, the world spins and who commands
Bandit with a rank, scoundrel in plain clothes
Ah, look at the convoy, the mosquito sighs
Scares, intimidates as soon as it turns the corner
The weakest run, it's a natural instinct
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt

Look, how cool, tomorrow we'll be with the crew
Stopped in the neighborhood, turns 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, the gang offenders in the
Guardhouse
It's nothing, everything at home, this is the 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 scene
Primary, works on a 1000 reais salary
Life is spontaneous, if you think too much, sorry
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt

Comedy starves in a nest of criminals
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt

The weakest run, it's a natural instinct
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt

Cheap perfume smells good but is harmful
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt

From the Duck Jay tribe, King Moral Surgery
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt

But hey... It's nothing, the guards with their hideout here on the roof
Respect the hustlers because the talk here is straight
A Sony Xplod catches whoever is wearing Cyclone
It went that way, entered the alley, a real man
Big hat style, a t-shirt and shorts
The rich kids communicate, catch the thief
Get surprised, at this time it's tricky
Put in 10 reais of gas right at Colorado
Bring a cigarette, engine always running
And at the BR exit, it's 234
Offer a gift to the partners from Cei
Like those who always believed in me
It's nothing, but a crazy guy around here nicknamed King
From Planaltina, the Duck Jay tribe spins
Crazy partner on the convoy road
From Chevetera to Opalera, from Corzus to Tojo
Neon on the dashboard, I'm loyal to rap my way
Pen and paper for life, the tape is the goal
The thugs who only think about money
Stayed here below until the end all the time
For God to believe for a few measly coins
And even so, you can't let it down here
It's nothing, excuse me, listen here and spread the word
Crazy guy, like Dreher on the sidewalk
I know this, if the three sixes are in hand
For the feet, be alert and don't act like a jerk
Cold demeanor, can't be disbelieved
Red magnifying glass, it's better not to risk
That the kids are wearing berets
That the kids are wearing caps
And if you slack off, old buddy, it's the gallows
From the Duck Jay tribe, King connection
And neither above nor below, but in line with the law
Because partner, my buddy has lived in the dark
Tune in to rap up top as it has already happened
Just businessmen
It's 10 at night, the atmosphere is tense, the thieves and the cops
Cunning instinct, the guys who are fierce
Truck with loud music, the style is angry sound
If you're not interested, it's normal for me too
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt
The traitor here on Earth will always suffer
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt
If it's all good for you, it's normal for me too
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt
From the Duck Jay tribe, King Moral Surgery
Where there's a bee, the ant eats salt