Vida Loka Pt I Lyrics in English Racionais MC's
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Vida Loka Pt I by Racionais MC's from Portuguese to English.
(Sl*t, wanted to play the crazy
Used my name, the buster bought it
Went to my front door
There freaked everybody out, 3 in the afternoon
And I wasn't even there, check it!
Yeah but, Brown, there're some kinds of women out there, bro
That you can't even talk about
I don't even know who those dudes are, that's what's f*cked
So let's hunt that buster down, done
After who and where? I don't even know him, man
Bro, I owe nothing, fear nothing, gimme my cup and that's that
Yo, bad bandit, what's up, my partner?
Yo, Abraão, all good, bro?
Total solid, Brown, and the hood, brother?
All chill, hey, I heard about your dad
Yeah, sad, bro, my real sympathy, man!
Check it, Brown, my dad died
And they didn't even let me go to my old man's funeral, bro
That's crazy, where were you then?
I was playing ball, man, I flipped out, bro
Did they come tell you?
Yeah, they came tell me, but I'm solid, bro
I'm solid, soon I'll be back in the hood with you
It's hot, the street ain't easy either, feel me, bro?
Some piling enemies, others piling money
There's always one to test your faith, you know
Always another hustle to run, so, man, call
Call us for anything, side by side
Us to the end, right, man?
I'm on it!)
Faith in God 'cause He's fair!
Hey, bro, never forget
On guard, warrior, chin up, bro
Wherever you are, whatever the way
Have faith, 'cause even in the dump a flower blooms
Pray for us, pastor, remember us
In tonight's service, all good, keep it hot
I respect the believers, excuse me here
Big mission, big board, sorry there
I sometimes feel kinda off, insecure
Like a stray mutt, no faith in the future
Someone's coming, who's who, who's my pal
Hand me my moletom-piercing toy!
'Cause the snitches who see me with the bros at the party
Try to look, wanna know, they see nothing on me
'Cause trust is an ungrateful woman
Who kisses you and hugs you, robs you and kills you
Doubt? No way, only like that
If a fly even thinks of landing on me, I stomp it
The snitch yelled loud, wannabe bad boy
Came to my house on a mission, to catch me in the projects
Baggy shirt, who knows
God knows what evil for me, enemy in disguise
Rang the bell, ding, to set up my end
Two armed dudes, yeah, one lighter one fuse
Ready to call my girl to say
That I f*cked his chick if she was there
Lying sl*t, never met her, big fail
Evil spirit! Devil in a skirt
I was never a backstabber and here's the thing
I walk straight for straight, like 10 and 10 is 20
Imagine, fool? If I'm with my son on the couch
Caught slipping unarmed, that'd be it
No guilt, no chance, not even to open my mouth
I'd go like that not knowing, so you see, Crazy Life!
(Yo, Brown, we're in here, but cool, bro, call us, man
No, bro, we'll never bring trouble to you guys
We'll solve it in the street quick too
But hey, relax, and that game at the end of the year you said?
So, bro, cool, end of the year we'll schedule that game
Me, you, Blue, the Racionais guys, everybody, right?
Your visit here is sacred, no punk crosses it, got it?)
But on the street it's not!
Even Jack! There's someone who covers up
Impostor, brake shoe, poses as thug
Envy exists and out of 10, 5 are evil
The mother of the deadly sins is vanity
But if it's to settle, get involved, put my name, I'm in
What can I do if jail is for men?
Big hustler me? Nah, nobody's dumb
If you want war, you'll have it, if you want peace, I want double
But a worm is a worm, that's that
Crawling on the ground, always under the foot
And I say it once, twice, maybe three
On the fourth, checkmate like chess
I'm a rap warrior, always high voltage
One by one, God for us, I'm just passing through
Crazy Life, I ain't got the gift to be a victim
Justice and freedom, the cause is legit
My rap is the chant of the crazy and the romantic, I will
Put a child's smile wherever I go
For the partners I can offer my presence
Maybe even confused, but real and intense
My best Marvin Gaye, Saturday on the freeway
Whatever will be, it's us to the end
Call me, call us, wherever needed
In paradise or on Judgment Day, pastor
And hook me with the brothers, that's my ask
Favela, deep end, immortal in my verses
Crazy Life
(Yo, Brown, it's the pawns, brother!
I'm with the homies, I'm heading to the east side
About 11 I'm already coming back, okay?
All good there, Brown, hey man, I'm hanging up
But send a shout to the dudes in the hood, okay?
To Gil, bro, to Batatão, to Pacheco
To Porquinho, to Xande, to Dé, right?
And on game day the Exaltasamba guys will come
Send a shout to the pinha crew there, okay?
Stay with God, brother)
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