Acabou o Caô

We brought the beat, the bass, and the snare
And the Young Gay, almost lost it there
When the crew stormed the fancy place
No one knows, no one saw
The crew of the Germans

Our crew, they all got mad
They ran down Boa Vista
And got really pissed off
If we slip up, we’ll storm it again
You got it, Young Gay?
This shit here is wild

And the game’s over
The game’s over
Your flag burned up
Your flag burned up
The game’s over
Your flag burned up
Your flag burned up