Estilo Cachorro

I know a guy who is from the night, from the early morning
Who enjoys various tapes, various parties
He likes to live (and travel)
Without fear of dying, without fear of risking

He doesn't shoot in the dark, a quick guy
Always running here and there behind some money
Ah, playing to lose, partner, that's not me
This guy is a bandit, uh-huh, objective

A good hustler, conqueror
Has the style of an artist, the vibe of a player
Impresses with the scoundrel style
Shopping clothes, designer articles

Always looking sharp, hair brushed
Riding a brand new blue nine hundred
Gold ring matching the chains
Expensive watch, of course, hot brand

Walks calmly, without much hurry
Relaxes the mind, if not stressed
At the right moment, he already has
(A Kawasaki?) and freedom, my dear

What does this guy have, good blood?
The envious ones I hear
Bike, money, the bum gets mad
(Ah, that's not fair, what about the brothers?)
A slice of the pie? Get yourself together, dude

Knows various chicks, different types
The black ones, the white ones, the cold ones, the hot ones
Dyed blonde, sensual black
Indian from the Amazon to oriental flower

Has a good reputation, among the sluts
Those model ones who rest during the day, you know?
Has his criteria, has his law
Got on that pillion, he's gone, I know

In the Motel or at home? (ah let's go to yours!)
By Car in the Drive-in at the HO or in the Moonlight
Second intentions, elementary
Condom in the pocket and wickedness in the look (logical)

Knows how to arrive, yes, knows how to leave
Knows how to be noticed and considered wherever he goes
To get what he always wants
Uses the same weapon as you, woman

Woman and money
Money and woman
The more you have, the more you want
Even if one day it brings problems
Living in loneliness, no, it's not worth it
Woman and money
Money and woman
I can't live without both, which one do you want
Even if one day it brings problems
Going to bed alone doesn't work

Monday, Patricia
Tuesday, Marcela
Wednesday, Raissa
Thursday, Daniela
Friday, Elisangela
Saturday, Rosangela
And Sunday? It's a matinee, 16, the name is Angela

I have an agenda with dozens of phone numbers
A list of characteristics and names
(What's the source, partner?)
Ah, that's no secret
Motorcycle ride, you know? I have money

The bitches all get excited when I arrive
I cause panic, I ask for Champagne on ice
That silver bucket on the table
Sets the mood of the night, a box of surprises

I stand there watching, sitting, filming
Just wickedness here and there, parading
They do everything to get your attention
Stop, slap in the face, in pretension

Wearing tight pants, bell-bottoms
With a low-cut scented blouse and smiling
Asks me for a lighter and offers a cigarette
Hey, do you have a light?
Oh, of course
What's your name?
My name is Viviane, but for you I'm Vi, here's my number
5892? This prefix is from the South
Nice to meet you, my name is Paulo, aka Ice Blue
Where are you from?
I live in Vaz de Lima, do you know Maraca? So, up there
That even rhymes, coincidence on the track
Are you going to ride pillion with me and hasta la vista

Woman and money
Money and woman
The more you have, the more you want
Even if one day it brings problems
Living without anyone doesn't work
Woman and money
Money and woman
Without both I can't live, which one do you want
Even if one day it brings problems
Living in loneliness is not worth it

Hou hou
Dog style
Hou hou hou, hou
It's not machismo

Say what you want, what is, is
Worm or good blood, it doesn't matter to the woman
It doesn't matter where it comes from or for what
If what she really wants is the feeling of power

With a thief she went out, got involved, I don't know, she left
But around April, enjoyed who saw, saw
In May she was seen from RR to a thousand
On the BR in the cold, with a Civil boy, saw

Some others there, good guy
Opens his heart and suffers too much
Talks to the parents there on the living room sofa
Listens and agrees while she talks, and talks, falls for the siren's song
Sees that he's firm like a nail in the sand
Nail, threw the ego, into the hole
A Bon vivant never shows weakness

Ask Samson who Delilah was
Listen to the good blood Martinho da Vila
Of various loves, of all colors
Of various sizes, of various flavors

The more you have, the more comes if you have, wonderful
PMG, Strawberry and Vanilla
It's not for nothing, no debate, no intrigue
My dear, it's a chocolate, hmm, it's what connects

But it's over, over, no goodbye, no note
You almost kill yourself for love of ice cream
And he was impunga
To take her to work in Barra Funda

10 degrees, five in the morning, no problem
If she didn't live in Diadema
Punctual as Big Ben, 4 years like this
Not even Shakespeare would imagine the end

She traded you for a bum, shameless
Who can even handle his mom when the weed runs out
And she says she's happy, that he's cool
You step on it, damn sticky sucker

Woman pretends well, marriage is business
You see who is who only after the divorce
Hey, hey baby, I don't die for love
You consecrated the dog style