Translation of the song lyrics 4:20 - Marcelo D2

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

4:20 (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