
In Rocinha, in Vidigal, we’re totally covered
Let them come, we’re in control
The big guns are always on standby
For the man MESTRE and his fabulous team
Every day our power grows and our fame
Spreads across the globe, the media doesn’t tire of reporting
That Rocinha’s bandit lives a life of luxury
We move around on Hornets and the babes
Throw themselves at us, covered in gold, pockets full
Of cash, wearing OKLEY, LACOSTE, DOLCE GABBANA
And when the heat is on, we’re always standing ready
With our firepower and big guns
And the MESTRE has built a great team to defend our gold mine.
Glenny/Nemesis
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