Da Ponte Pra Cá

Hey, hey, hey dude
You're tuned into your Radio Exodus
I’m DJ Nel, bringing you the best of Black Music
It's 23 minutes into a new day
The Japanese guy from Jardim Rosana sends a shoutout to Zezé
To Chiquinho, Kau, Ribeiro, Tisso, Zulu, and Serginho
Valtinho from Sabin sends a shoutout to Vandão from Vila do Sapo
And Kiara from Embu sends a hug to Viviane from Sadí
Yeah, Papau from the Park sends a shoutout to the homies from 50, right?
And Adriana from Tamoio sends a shoutout
To the crew from Suspeito Suspeito in Paranapanema
And to you thinking about making a move
Grab your good jacket
And your beanie because it’s 10°C in São Paulo

The full moon lights up the streets of Capão
Above us, only God, humble, right? Right?
Health, bling, women, and lots of sound
White wine for everyone, a good lawyer
Cough, cough, ah, this cold is brutal!
Tuesday is rough for hanging out, what can I do?
It never changed and it never will
The smell of bonfire fills the air
Same sky, same zip code, on the South side of the map
Always listening to rap to lift the crew
In the South streets, they call me Brown
Cursed, bum, criminal mind
Whoever sips champagne also enjoys
Out of it, tutti-frutti soda
Fanatic, melodramatic, bon-vivant
A storage of grievances, Saddam's right, huh
A good rich kid is Chinese, Australian
Talks trash, lives far, and don’t call me bro
So, what’s up, brother, hey, woo, screw you (ouch)

Three times your sufferer, I hate all of you
Comes from martial arts, I roll with a Sig Sauer
I want your sister, your Tag Heuer watch
A grand maybe, I can snag
Go to the hood and spend, before the rooster crows
A triplex for the crown is what a hustler wants
Not just to strut in Nikes on his feet
Oh, come with my face and your dad's cash
But on the hangout with us, you won’t go
We here, you there, each in your place
Didn’t get it? If life’s like this, is it my fault?
If it’s crime or cream, if you owe, don’t fear
The wicked get prickly and the enemies tremble
And the fog covers the road to Itapecerica
Get out, God is greater, you’ll die over there, bad luck

It’s no use wanting, you gotta be, you gotta act
The world is different from the bridge to here
It’s no use wanting to be, you gotta have to trade
The world is different from the bridge to here
You gotta be, you gotta act
The world is different from the bridge to here
It’s no use wanting to be, you gotta have to trade
Oh, oh, oh

Once again we’re here, just watch
Washing away the hate under the drizzle
Each in their castle, each in their role
All together, each in their solitude
Hey, woman is wild, Mary Jane reigns
Dilutes the radio and releases into the atmosphere
Creates ecological balance in the hood
That distinguishes Judas only psychologically
Oh, smoke philosophy, analyze
Every favela dweller is a universe in crisis
Who doesn’t want to shine, who doesn’t, show who?
No one wants to be a sidekick to anyone
How many good guys sank at their peak for fame
And are scoring tens in flip-flops?
And who doesn’t want to roll up in a black Honda with leather seats
And have their journey written in golden letters?
The most beautiful woman, sensual and attractive
Skin the color of night, smooth and shining
Walk with those who are more loyal, true
In life or death, the noblest warrior
The smile of the saddest and neediest child
Gold and diamonds, watch and chain
See my queen where I always wanted to place her
In a turban, chauffeur, a madame nagô
Suffer for what more, if the world lies in evil?
Die like a man and have a dignified funeral
I never had a bike or video game
Now I want the world like Citizen Kane
From the bridge to here, before anything, it’s a school
My goal is ten, nine and a half doesn’t cut it
Half a point to see, hmm, and one dies
Half right doesn’t exist, dude, the saying is common
Perfect human, doesn’t exist, no
Sought alive or dead, perfection
Errare humanum est, Greek or Trojan?
Latin, doesn’t matter to me, son of a Bahian
But if it’s hot, hot drink in summer
You wanna roll in Capão that way
But lose your cool easily, wear the hood
Forget those flaws in your suede jacket
Jardim Rosana, Três Estrelas and Imbé
Santa Tereza, Valo Velho, Dom José
Park, Chácara, Lídia, Vaz
Fundão, a lot of trouble for Vinícius de Morais

It’s no use wanting, you gotta be, you gotta act
The world is different from the bridge to here
It’s no use wanting to be, you gotta have to trade
The world is different from the bridge to here
Ha-ha
You gotta be, you gotta act
The world is different from the bridge to here
It’s no use wanting to be, you gotta have to trade
Total firmness

But don’t take it the wrong way dude, you didn’t get it
Each in their role, crime is crime and I am me
Before anything, I want to say, to be honest
That I don’t act tough, mule or strong gang
I represent the South, know crazy in the North
In 15, watch what you say, Perus whip cracks
Ridiculous to see the tough guys vandal
Beating their chests, ugly, making a scene
Let him get fat, let him grow well
Pow and boom, it’s with us, super star, Superman, go

Applause for them, say hey, say how
The new character for Chico Anysio Show
But firm, right, if God wants, no problem
Worms and lions in the same ecosystem
You’re blind, dude, so lower the headlights
Hey, ow, what do you want with who, bro?
You’re marking, can’t see who’s against the light
A crowbar or an enemy coming in a hood
Hey dude, I’m crazy, I’m seeing mirages
A Bradesco right in front of the favela is a trip
From class A of TAM drinking JB
Or traveling in a Blazer to 92 DP
Traveling in a GTI breaks the bank
Just can’t travel with white folks
Lord, keep my brothers in this gray horizon
In Capão Redondo, cold, without feeling
The homies are suffering and smoking one without coughing
It’s the favela style, and the respect for it
The kids have instinct and no one backs down
The cops widen their eyes in the role and freeze

It’s no use wanting, you gotta be, you gotta act
The world is different from the bridge to here
It’s no use wanting to be, you gotta have to trade
The world is different from the bridge to here
It’s no use wanting, you gotta be, you gotta act
The world is different from the bridge to here
It’s no use wanting to be, you gotta have to trade

Three in the morning, I see everything and no one sees me
Climbing the field from outside
Me, my partner Dinho, listening to 2Pac
Drinking wine, alive and aware
There’s Batatão, Pablo, Neguin Emerson
Marquinho, Cascão, Johnny MC, Sora
Marcão, Pantaleão, Nelito, Celião, Ivan, Di (in the North Zone)
No words, brother
And the brothers from Pantanal (in the West Zone)
The crew from the hill and to those with God
(In the East Zone, man, I’m in the area)
Deda, Tchai, Edi 16, Edi (in the South Zone)
One day we’ll meet
The jungle is as it is, vain and ambitious
Angry and luxurious
For the kids from the hood
A more gentle future, that’s the goal
Through the fundão, no words, much love

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah
Total firmness, bum
It’s like that
Ra ra taratatá, tataratatatatá
Ha