Buchanan's (feat. MC Smith e MC Tikão)
Orochi
Buchanan's (feat. MC Smith and MC Tikão)
In this world we live in, what kills us is the hypocrisy
And what is a fancy life for them?
They talk bad about us, they want to step on us
But their dream is to be like us
Our life is expensive, damn
What's up, JR ON?
We're here chilling
Always with the best view
Riding in a fast car
She tells me she's horny today
Bad girl, she wants to get involved
And we're the trick of the game
Today we cruise on the track
Drinking whiskey with coconut ice
We're not better, nor worse
You know we're the terror
They say those who want to be close
Weren't there when we cried
Listen to the noise, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Nervous AR
Two Big Brother on the body
Who doesn't like this fancy life?
Uh-uh, yeah (Orochi)
Weekend, life of the rich
Who doesn't like it?
Uh-uh, yeah
My balloon inflates, drinking Buchanans
I'm giving the talk, I'll pass over
Get off the stage, don't mess with the crew
I'm armored, loaded, blessed by God
All envy will be dissolved
The train is on the track, cruising in the hill
Hair lined up, disguise in leather
I have concept and disposition, the kids on the track call me big daddy
Talk about me, no mercy or forgiveness, at the beginning of everything you weren't there
Uh-uh, yeah (Roots, damn)
Weekend, life of the rich
Who doesn't like it?
Uh-uh, yeah
My balloon inflates, drinking Buchanans
Who doesn't like it?
Uh-uh, yeah
Weekend, life of the rich
Who doesn't like it?
Uh-uh, yeah
My balloon inflates, drinking Buchanans
Who doesn't like it?
Smith, the number ten of the forbidden is here, you know?
Roots, damn
What's up? If you're not with us, you're against us
It's Mainstreet, damn, go f*ck yourself, man