Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4:20, artist - Marcelo D2. Album song Nada Pode Me Parar, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: EMI Music Brasil
Song language: Portuguese
4:20(original) |
| Claro pô, que onda careca desse cara, corta esse papo |
| Essa merda vai explodir um dia desses |
| Essa merda só vai explodir quando a gente acabar com todo o fumo que tem em |
| cima do planeta |
| The bell’s ringing and I know |
| Now it’s 4: 20 |
| Now it’s 4: 20 |
| Now it’s 4: 20 |
| Right now it’s 4: 20 |
| Essa aqui é pra malandragem que não treme e nem corre dos homem |
| E pras ruas que ainda chamam o meu nome |
| Eu vou fazendo a minha parada |
| Primeiro, eu pego a seda, o bagulho dixavado |
| Então eu jogo na seda, é porque isso vem da terra |
| Então muito obrigado, Senhor |
| Já tá enrolado, dá o fogo, por favor |
| Tipo de neguim que voa e só de primeira classe |
| Se tá na tua mão, puff puff and pass |
| O mundo continua girando, o kush vai queimando |
| Pior que falador, continua falando |
| Mas eu vou te dar um papo que os amigos avisa |
| Vai na tua paranoia mas não corta minha brisa |
| É que a cerveja tá gelada, irmão, daquele jeito |
| O bagulho dixavado, daquele jeito |
| O boné já tá pro lado, o tênis desamarrado |
| O som do carro ligado |
| Eu vou daquele jeito, sei que |
| The bell’s ringing and I know |
| Now it’s 4: 20 |
| Now it’s 4: 20 |
| Now it’s 4: 20 |
| Right now it’s 4: 20 |
| Cheira esse mato aqui, bicho |
| (translation) |
| Of course, what a bald wave of this guy, cut this chat |
| This shit is going to explode one of these days |
| This shit will only explode when we get rid of all the smoke we have in |
| above the planet |
| The bell's ringing and I know |
| Now it's 4: 20 |
| Now it's 4: 20 |
| Now it's 4: 20 |
| Right now it's 4:20 |
| This one is for trickery that doesn't shake or run from men |
| And to the streets that still call my name |
| I'm making my stop |
| First, I take the silk, the broken stuff |
| So I play on the silk, it's because it comes from the earth |
| So thank you very much sir |
| It's already rolled up, fire, please |
| Type of neguin that flies and only first class |
| If it's in your hand, puff puff and pass |
| The world keeps turning, the kush is burning |
| Worse than talkative, keep talking |
| But I'll give you a chat that friends let you know |
| Go in your paranoia but don't cut my breeze |
| It's just that the beer is cold, brother, like that |
| The garbage left, like that |
| The cap is already to the side, the sneakers untied |
| The sound of the car on |
| I go that way, I know that |
| The bell's ringing and I know |
| Now it's 4: 20 |
| Now it's 4: 20 |
| Now it's 4: 20 |
| Right now it's 4:20 |
| Smell this bush here, bug |