Lyrics of Treta de Rua - Made In Brazil

Treta de Rua (original)

Estava em casa, alguém me ligou
Prá ir correndo, a coisa pesou
Passaram a mão nas costas da franguinha
E no pedaço ninguém gostou
Peguei a minha jaqueta de couro
E meu taco de beisebol
Me equipei… me armei
Até corrente eu levei
Era uma treta de rua
Saí de casa a mil por hora
O quebra, quebra rolava la fora
Soco, tapa, bofetão
Teve neguinho que apanhou de montão
Uma sirene, chegou um camburão
O pessoal deu de pinote
Só dançou aquele locki
Que começou a confusão
Era uma treta de rua

(translation)

I was at home, someone called me
To go running, the thing weighed
They ran their hand over the chicken's back
And nobody liked the piece
I took my leather jacket
And my baseball bat
I equipped myself... I armed myself
I even took it
It was street bullshit
I left the house at a thousand miles per hour
The crash, the crash rolled outside
Punch, slap, slap
There was a little guy who was beaten a lot
A siren, a police van arrived
The staff went all out
Just danced that locki
That started the confusion
It was street bullshit