Esta Rua

I’m with Chuckie, Lucky Strike in my pocket
Watching who passes by, 'cause those who spill the tea
Are nothing but liars
Strict regime
If the damn State holds you down
Don’t let it pressure you, just pocket it

These days you see a lot of folks
Who act all slick and mischievous too
When the scene gets tough, they cling to their mama’s tit
Talk a lot but don’t take care of who (who)
Tries to drag you down to hell, not lift you up to good
You gotta keep a cool head all day long

Here it’s Carnival
Some leave at Easter knowing they’ll be back for Christmas
Try looking at Portugal, there’ll be someone who won’t let you
That’s why tourists only go to Praia do Peixe (no, no)
How can I live with a positive mind
When even my poor love ends up a raging bitch
And finding a solution, just chill
They keep stirring up trouble, and I’m rhyming for the hell of it

Close the door to the hideout, 'cause this street is dangerous
A lot has happened, and there’s a lot more to come
And I don’t know who’s dodging, I don’t know who’s dodging
I don’t know, but this street is dangerous
A lot has happened, and there’s a lot more to come
There’s a lot more to come (a lot more to come)

It’s the girl who’s down for anything
Young or old
Still laughs at the guy who stops at the Pingo Doce
What’s the deal, what’s the story, she was the one who brought
The gum says it’s bitter, in the nostrils it’s sweet
Old dude and a retard with an overdose face
Talks shit about the crew, but the truth is
His kid got caught up too
It’s karma that goes and comes, it’s a mouth
That keeps talking 'cause it has no reason

In the area where the cops shoot in the dark, even with a flashlight
If the voodoo doll comes to life, you’ll be left without a leg
They’re furious families, those in power do their rituals
Flooded submarines, highways and roundabouts
And they want the people to jump and dance
If the rabbit hops the fence, now grab it 'cause it’s a big deal
And in their case, they show up to drag us to the dungeon
I’m with Chuckie, Lucky Strike in my pocket
Nothing’s going on

Close the door to the hideout, 'cause this street is dangerous
A lot has happened, and there’s a lot more to come
And I don’t know who’s dodging, I don’t know who’s dodging
I don’t know, but
This street is dangerous
A lot has happened, and there’s a lot more to come
There’s a lot more to come (a lot more to come)