Samba de Malandro (feat. DJ WN, DJ GM, MC Ryan SP, MC Piedro e MC Paulin da Capital)

[MC Paulin da Capital]
DJ WN
Hey, DJ GM?
Here's Mandrake in the voice

Sand
Sand from the sea
Sand
Sand from the sea

And they with their feet in the sand in the sunbathing
And me drinking beer, volleyball, soccer
Shrimp platter, delicacies
And the touch of lemon, caipirinha
I'm gonna get my jet
And I'm gonna get some weed
And smoke a couple on the island
We're showing off even without a surfboard
And if I get tired of the jet, I'll get the boat
Every weekend is a party at the marina
Brazilian rhythm

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May money never be lacking
If it's missing, we'll go get it
Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we're the sailor
Put the meat to roast

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May money never be lacking
If it's missing, we'll go get it
Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we're the sailor
Put the meat to roast

[MC Ryan SP]
On a Friday
Paulin called me, we're going out to the pagode
I'm going calmly without a set time to return
Stepping on the gas of the Panamera
I was called and the bigodes will be there
Give me a shot of Royal Salute
To match Juju's lens
Golden, and some chains around my neck
Makes me look richer
Thick mustache and from the favela
Kicking sand, I'm barefoot
Look at the mermaid and the tan
Yeah, I chose this one carefully

True brunette with curly hair
Has five tattoos, mixed with light eyes
And if she's single, I'll ask her out
Get on the back, the back of the jet ski

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May money never be lacking
Lots of peace from Yemanja
Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we're the sailor
Put the meat to roast

[MC Piedro]
Forty degrees, only big women
Sand hotter than the boardwalk
Grilled cheese, caipora, lemon
A thousand reasons to smile
And nothing to cry about
The salty tears that fell into the sea
And the waves carried everything that passed by
Look at the high tide, as big as the brunette
Brazilian body, sensual sway
I never imagined
Out of the ordinary

Beautiful girl, what a masterpiece
Like Mona Lisa, oh
Wonder, owner of the tan lines
Very natural
Ah, ah

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May money never be lacking
If it's missing, we'll go get it
Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we're the sailor
Put the meat to roast

[MC Daniel]
Let's go with some pagode
Hit the tambourine and take a sip of gin
Tears fall from the cavaquinho
Are you crying
It's WN, samba of the hustler
Dust rises from the feet
Of the mulatta with silver sandals
The mermaid dancing for the pirates
And the step of the black woman is different
That the hearts of the guys race

Stop everything
Leave only the bass drum percussion, ugh
Bring more Brahma to refresh
Friday has arrived
Hang up the cleats
Feijoada on the table
And in the repertoire is Arte Popular

Party on the high seas
A toast to the real ones
May money never be lacking
If it's missing, we'll go get it
Let them talk
I'll say goodbye to the gossipers
Today we're the sailor
Put the meat to roast

(Let's go with some pagode)

[MC Paulin da Capital]
DJ WN
Hey, DJ GM?
Here's Mandrake in the voice