Pilotando O Bonde Da Excursão

In a pipe or dressed in a silk skirt
My trips with you are always a beauty
I'm high but always aware of what I do
I won't stay behind, I expanded my space

Because me and my buddies around the world
Negro style, you know how it is
I arrive in Portugal, get some good Hashish
On the couch with a Hookah enjoying a big beat

Good blood, good blood, the problem isn't the weed
I travel more, stay sharp so they don't fool me
It's hard to fool me because I'm always alert
This thing is the police coming with that talk

I go to travel, is anyone there? I went far
From here
The trip started at the bottom of the field
And everyone sang like this when it passed in Japan
So M A R C E L O - D2

This is not a trip because I was there
And to prove to everyone we will repeat
So M A R C E L O - D2
It's riding the tour bus

Sinister tough synonym subversion
Not black or white, it's green
An ounce of mustache, of Sarney, compadre green
Close together in the wave here or out there

Delirious paranoia without talking nonsense
It's just feeling the effect
An open door in the mind, crossed in the chest
Life is like this, some days it works, some days it doesn't

I want to see where else you will take me
I want to see

They say there's a commotion in Recife
They say there's a Home Grow in Canada
They say there's a Chronic in California
They say there's Canibani in New York and there's also
They say there's Mexican La Mota
They say there's manga rosa in Bahia
They say there's Skunk in England
They say they have them all in Amsterdam and that's true

I keep traveling here on the mic
Just roll it in the paper, in the bong, in the pipe
Squeeze that stick, everything's cool
But no talking about cricket legs, right?

Because here there's no abundance but there's no misery either
Thin from the chain next to me, seriously
If it's time to squeeze, squeeze now however you can
So pass the ball, please

I represent the final judgment
I represent the drumming from the bottom of my backyard
And where are you, where do you think you are?
The road starts here, there's no place to end

Dilated pupils with a high face
With the head tilted to the side
Doors opening, the power of vision
Wherever you go in the world, D2 pay attention
So come, come, come, come, come

The smoke is stuck to the sound
It's natural, it always had to be in the mind
Something that enhances perception
Urban look, big city

Used to misery but not to evil
I know the path is long but I'm persistent
I can fall, get up and keep going
Hold