E o bicho vai pegar Chega mais pra você ver (eh eh) Quando a batucada começar (ah ah) O nosso clima vai ferver (eh eh) Chega mais pra você ver eh eh Quando a batucada começar ah ah O nosso clima vai ferver eh eh Hey, mundo! 'Guenta eu que hoje eu tô

Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop (Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop) Hey! Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop (Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop) Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop Yeah, my baby knows Matilda Brown told ole' King Tut Say if you can't pay me five, just keep your big mouth shut Ye-es, your baby knows Momma's on the

And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get

Gotta let 'em know I'm here You know my vision clear Yeah, gotta let 'em know I'm here Gotta know my vision clear I ain't waiting on niggas, they would've left me in the rear Only God know what's up with me, the only one I fear I made a dub last year and

Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck Keeps following me, won't let me be I asked bad luck this morning Won't let me be, keeps following me Hey, I wanna tell you about my troubles I've had just about every bad luck a man can have In my moving around, I've played

(Yeah, yeah) I'm the underdog Say, I'm the underdog I know how it feels to be expect to get a fair shake But they won't let you forget That you're the underdog and you've got to be twice as good Even if you're never right They get uptight when you get

As a rock and roll star So inviting, so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation As a rock and roll star, get it on yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey and I'd c'mon

Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Eaaaheeyheeaheyyyee Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Aaahaaahaaaaaaaaaaahha Aaahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Smack my bitch up

Oh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals

Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzing on they ass I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shopping on they ass I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast Smoking flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas Don't you