[Hook: Chanting Brazilian funk-carioca male MC, pounding tamborzao drums, booming 808 bass] Hang on back there, hang on tight Up the morro, left, then right Garupa shaking, the whole hill shout Hang on back there, we're breaking out [Verse 1: Chanting Brazilian funk-carioca male MC, chanted funk-carioca bars, sharp whistle hits] Sunday on the hill and the derby at four Me and my bike parked by Dona Nilda's door Fastest back seat on the whole morro Three reais, hold on, and away we go Man in black comes running with a bag on his arm Says the stadium, now, like he's sounding an alarm Kickoff in twenty and the highway's a wall Every bus in the city stuck, every lane stalled I said climb on the garupa and keep your knees in Pray to whoever you pray to and grin Then I kicked it on and the engine screamed And we dropped off the top like a runaway dream [Hook: Chanting Brazilian funk-carioca male MC, full drums, booming 808 bass] Hang on back there, hang on tight Up the morro, left, then right Garupa shaking, the whole hill shout Hang on back there, we're breaking out [Verse 2: Chanting Brazilian funk-carioca male MC, faster funk-carioca bars, tamborzao drums] Through a cookout in the alley, took a wing off the plate Uncle yelling at me and the grill man yelling wait Over the market on the awnings and the crates Down the long stairs, all two hundred, no brakes Man on the back yelling words I can't print Holding my shirt like a flag in the wind Past the church, past the school, past the cop on the curb Cop just waved, 'cause he knows my nerve Eighteen minutes and we slide to the gate Man jumps off, says thanks, can't wait Runs right past the guards and straight to the grass And I see the black shirt and the whistle at last [Breakdown: Chanting Brazilian funk-carioca male MC, drums and whistle hits, chanted funk-carioca bars] He's the referee, the man on my seat Seventy thousand on their feet Waiting on the whistle and the whistle was mine Now the whole stadium chanting my line Ref looked back from the circle and he raised one hand Pointed at my bike like he's thanking the band [Final Hook: Chanting Brazilian funk-carioca male MC, cuica squeal, a squealing cuica joins, funk-carioca raw full voice] Hang on back there, hang on tight Up the morro, left, then right Garupa shaking, the whole hill shout Hang on back there, we're breaking out [End]
