Paroles et traduction South Central Cartel - Low-Low

Low-Low

É fácil pra me encontrar
Vai com o rap, vai com o black
Eu estarei lá
Na cadeira queimando, de frente pro mar
Cheiro de hax no ar
Areia e água quando se encontram parecem que querem se amar

Mané vodka e água de coco, tá louco?
Sprite, codeína, mistura mais um pouco
Deusa de topless
Vejo um avião carregando uma faixa escrito "no stress"

Escuto o barulho das ondas, o ciclo se repete
Lupa, panamá, eu acho que to é tendo flashback
Tá tudo lilás, snap pra trás, sex on the beach
Rosto molhado linda demais, demais
Obra prima, chuva púrpura, luzes em flash flash
Bonde brinda os double cup, sorrisão nos muleque

Modelos correm devagar
Cheiro de sexo, sal e mar
A parte de baixo ela quer tirar
Corre nua pro mar, se jogar
Pastilha na boca, louca ela vai
Cata meu purple drink e sai

Tira o biquini, joga no meu rosto
Me chama pra água e me diz bye bye
Cai, e eu vou correndo atrás
Ela é sereia, heroína na veia
E eu quero mais, mais, mais...

Essa mina é louca
Ela tira a roupa
E se joga no mar
Seu biquini molhado pinga
Meu flow sempre swinga
Viciado em mulheres lindas
Ipanema ou joatinga

Na cidade do pecado
Cerveja e baseado
Só modelo do meu lado
Que lugar abençoado
Sereia saindo da água
Os amigos jogando altinha
Esqueço de todas as mágoas
Me perco naquelas calcinhas

Alimentam minha mente de poesia
O sol muito quente, a água fria
Tudo ao redor é fantasia
Sede, suor e maresia
Paraíso tropical, sou local em meio ao visual
Observo a princesa mais sensual

De viseira queimando na beira
Tatuagem de caveira
De trança e tornozeleira
Parou na frente
Na minha cadeira
Querendo caô

Pra queimar a marquinha, o biquini tirou
Naquele momento a letra rolou
Peguei a caneta, o beat encaixou
Pedi telefone, perguntei o nome
Topei silicone, eu sei ver de longe
Trocando idéia, era fã do cartel

Essa mina é louca
Ela tira a roupa
E se joga no mar

Eu sou o alpha dog
E meu rap é o crime
Quero amber e amanda na piscina sem biquini
Em miami beach
Demi moore, strip-tease
Jessica e britney dançando em sin city
Quero um drink no inferno em belize
Com a salma hayek no caribe

Beleza roubada, topless da liv tyler
Imagino maggie q numa praia em báli
As gatas do cinema inspiraram esse poema
Mas nada se compara as garotas de ipanema
Tom jobim tava ligado, fez sinatra se envolver
Brigitte bardot toda nua em saint-tropez

A vida é dura, mas a praia é mole
Pique john gore
"I'm a baller, motherfucker, I'm sorry"
South beach, maldivas, malibu
Então, bora bora, white heaven, búzios
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Low-Low

It's easy to find me
Get with the rap, get with the black
I'll be there
In the chair burning, facing the sea
Hax smell in the air
Sand and water when they meet seem to want to love each other

Man vodka and coconut water, are you crazy?
Sprite, codeine, mix some more
Topless goddess
I see a plane carrying a banner that says "no stress"

I hear the sound of the waves, the cycle repeats
Magnifying glass, Panama hat, I think I'm having a flashback
It's all lilac, snap back, sex on the beach
Wet face too beautiful, too much
Masterpiece, purple rain, lights in flash flash
Bonds toast the double cup, smile on the kids

Models run slow
Smell of sex, salt and sea
She wants to take off the bottom part
Nude run for sea, jump in
Tablet in her mouth, she's crazy
Get my purple drink and go out

Take off my bikini, throw it in my face
Call me to the water and tell me bye bye
Fall down, and I'll run after you
She is a mermaid, heroin in her veins
And I want more, more, more...

This girl is crazy
She takes off her clothes
And jumps into the sea
Her wet bikini drips
My flow always swings
Addicted to beautiful women
Ipanema or joatinga

In Sin City
Beer and weed
Only models by my side
What a blessed place
Mermaid coming out of the water
Friends playing footvolley
I forget all the sorrows
I lose myself in those panties

They feed my mind with poetry
The sun very hot, the water cold
Everything around is fantasy
Thirst, sweat and sea spray
Tropical paradise, I am a local amidst the view
I observe the most sensual princess

With the visor burning on the edge
Skull tattoo
With braid and anklet
She stopped in front of me
In my chair
Wanting to get crazy

To burn the tan lines, she took off her bikini
At that moment the lyrics rolled
I took the pen, the beat fitted
I asked for her phone, asked for her name
I liked silicone, I know how to see it from afar
Exchanging ideas, she was a fan of the cartel

This girl is crazy
She takes off her clothes
And jumps into the sea

I am the alpha dog
And my rap is the crime
I want Amber and Amanda in the pool without a bikini
In Miami Beach
Demi Moore, striptease
Jessica and Britney dancing in Sin City
I want a drink in hell in Belize
With Salma Hayek in the Caribbean

Stolen beauty, Liv Tyler's topless
I imagine Maggie Q on a beach in Bali
Cinema girls inspired this poem
But nothing compares to the girls from Ipanema
Tom Jobim was connected, he got Sinatra involved
Brigitte Bardot all naked in Saint-Tropez

Life is tough, but the beach is soft
Like John Gore
"I'm a baller, motherfucker, I'm sorry"
South Beach, Maldives, Malibu
So, Bora Bora, White Heaven, Búzios
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