Hoje É Sabadão (part. MC Lipi)

Dressed up with a Nike comma on the shirt
Long hair on the neck, no need for gel
Today I went to the king of the scissors
Even the bald ones want a cut at Manoel's

Spinning top in the favela listening to Paulin from the Capital
Inside the X1
I'm a little black guy with curly hair, I live right there
And the neighbors from the hood with curious faces

Look at those guys
Nervous and me in a blue Porsche
Stepping softly
It's because today we really snore
I'm tired of going through hardship

Those who underestimated today got their faces smashed
In the old days, nobody believed in us
Started cutting hair in the garage at home
Today it's a reference for the hood

Want to look handsome with a thug face?
Want to look like a boss the way they like it?
Need a recommendation? Who cut my hair?
It was Manoel, Cosa Nostra Barbershop

Want to look handsome with a thug face?
Want to look like a boss the way they like it?
Need a recommendation? Just go to my barber
It was Manoel, Cosa Nostra Barbershop
And what you can't do after the cut

Today is a big Saturday, forecast of 40 degrees
I'm wearing flip-flops, no shirt and a sip of pure
All laid back with a chain worth some cash
Rich life, a bum's way

Yeah, it's been a while since I wore a cap
With a haircut, it looks cooler
Thin sideburns, thick mustache

Body sealed more tagged than the street wall
Always guarded by the protection of the blue sky
Like the lens of my magnifying glass
Matches the disguise I made at Manoel's

I'm on point, inside the Meca
You had to see
The gradient of the slyness of SP
São Paulo night, party day
And the black card hits the forehead
Of those who pay to see

I remember the homies from the hood
The brothers from the street
Who paid to see?
That the ground is fertile, God brings close
Who's in the fight
Look at us there