Só Rock 3 (part. Borges, MC Cabelinho e Young Ganni)

Oh
(Ah)

I know your experience's worth it, that's why you consume
I'm spittin' on the mic, and you're on the verge of death
In the middle of the mosh pit, your mom's got no idea
Of the shit that goes down, and you're just countin' on luck
Of not gettin' hurt, but I get it, you love it
When I'm with Ganni, the danger I bring
I hate pop people, real bitches love rock
My ex blocked me, now her man's one lil'

Get out the way, I'm sick and I
Got some rock and roll in this shit
Move, you motherfucker
But if you think I don't know
That your sister's got four kids
But I only registered two
But it's just 'cause she's a groupie
She thinks I don't know that
And I shook her shit singin' Only Rock 3

I'm out in Barra da Tijuca
Smokin' some good shit
Her mom thinks she's a virgin
And her dad thinks she's gay
But everyone knows she's a groupie
And we hang out at the end of the month
And I shook her shit singin' Only Rock 3
(Yah, yah, yah)

I'm a freak, I'll fuck with your mind
You just find out I'm the cannon, the best, shootin' off
Came from the agribusiness, I punched a skinny dude
I'm Rock Danger, the famous Wizard
Get out my way, I'm chasin' the scroll (uh-huh)
You're a kid, get out the party, go look for your Nestlé milk
I hate the cops, and without malice, there's no middle ground
Totally off-standard, enemy of the government
Who tried to end me, died
Who survived, lives in the livin' hell
Knowin' that all the gangsters here wear suits
I don't sleep, I don't brake, I'm the biggest here, I am
What's the flavor? What's the color of your internal organs?

Just like in the videos, I sell you crack
She asks me, I rhyme like Pac
I rhyme like, I rhyme like
I rhyme like, rhyme like, rhyme like Pac
I rhyme like Pac, I rhyme like Pac
I rhyme like, I rhyme like, I rhyme like Pac
I rhyme like (Pac), I rhyme like (Pac)
I rhyme like, I rhyme like, I rhyme like Pac

I wanted to be a rock singer, man, some do it for likes
On Tuesday, she sits, my dick slides down the ramp, he's Tony Hawk

Let's shake up her shit
You're gonna choke on my dick down your throat
I made dental floss out of your pussy's hair
Enemies, every time they see me on the block, they freeze
They talk about pacts, judgin' me
I'm focused on my career
The only pact I signed
Was to fuck every single mom
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Little Hair's not a good boy
The dessert for these cops
It's strawberry with neck
My bills are paid, my crew wipes you out
Clowns will never be our friends
Anyone who knows me, I want to keep me on their team
You'll only see me if you pay me
I, I wanted a jetpack backpack like CJ's
On Friday, she shows up at my crib, I become a DJ on her pussy

Hey, wait, wait a second, wait, quick, let me tell you somethin' (you talk, you talk, you talk)
Hey, Major (huh?)
I was watchin' Shrek the other day (huh?)
I was thinkin' about somethin' (what?)
How the hell did the donkey get the dragon pregnant, bro? (Damn)
Wasn't it artificial insemination?
I don't know, man, shit

Get out the way, I'm sick and I
Got some rock and roll in this shit
Move, you motherfucker
But if you think I don't know
That your sister's got four kids
But I only registered two
But it's just 'cause she's a groupie
She thinks I don't know that
And I shook her shit singin' Only Rock 3

I smashed a guitar in that asshole's face
Left him with trauma, I feel relieved
I fucked a white bitch, like, fuck what they say
She's a cop's daughter, did I fuck up the State?
Major called me, said he's here
Reached out on the telly for us to do the drive-by
My crew rhymes like Pac, I rhyme like BIG
Bitch, I'm a gangster, but I listen to Justin Bieber
BG's show looks like Carnival in Bahia
My crew's shootin' out, at our side's a little hoe
I roll with three bodyguards, like, fuck your life
It's the boys from RJ, the media kids
You're actin' like a bitch-ass, so I'll step on you
I won't kiss that bitch's mouth
You'll find me at the crack house
There are many ways to make money
Nigga, I gotta keep goin'
You're listenin' to that palalá
I can't stop shootin'
It's the spirit of a young black man

Get out the way, I'm sick and I
Got some rock and roll in this shit
Move, you motherfucker
But if you think I don't know
That your sister's got four kids
But I only registered two
But it's just 'cause she's a groupie
She thinks I don't know that
And I shook her shit singin' Only Rock 3