Chama os Mulekes

Call the Boys

[Maomé]
Call the boys, I'm calling, summoned, I'm connected
And it's proven, here comes that one: the one who wasn't called
Inflame, the flame rises, fire in the mess
Scoundrel calls thinking she's a lady, she calls a cool guy
Cool guy calls money, and money calls fame
Fame calls a suite at Hotel Copacabana
Insane mind, lights, flash, arrow in your face
And they went to call you to put you in a mess
What a mistake, but don't get swarmed, maybe call me
If the guys show off, we unleash a tsunami
Don't be fooled, don't complain on the mat, that's how it is
When the good times come, they won't come to call you
Things get crazy, then everyone gets involved

Call the crazy guys from CONE, they'll solve it

Call Rany and Cert to close with a bong hit
Call Batoré to smoke an imported one
Life demands and doesn't allow you to live in failure
Call Papatinho, a man who works
The rhyme that shatters in the face of scoundrels
Call Maomé if you're calling for a battle

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, and Maomé
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, and Maomé
And tell everyone to call the girlfriends
And tell everyone to call the girlfriends

[Cert]
There are guys with Blackberries, others with Yogoberries
I'm craving Blueberries, drinking my Bloody Mary
After binge-watching the series, high in the morning
I'll be damn old, not growing up, like Peter Pan

So take me out of Neverland, try and you'll fail
If a girl can, I'll end up in SpongeBob's World
He's fantastic, I'm quick with the girls like soap
Try to hold me... no, no... slip from your hand
Bent down, picked up from the ground, became a bit vulnerable
I want short ones easy to handle, malleable
Call, call the boys, now it's Rap time
Bring the crew, leave the bitches at home, or there'll be stress
And I'm tired of this, I have no patience for arguments
Just brothers without assholes, just room for the music
A session of dominance, the mentally ill show the unique flow
Call everyone, man, call the boys

Call the boys, man
And throw the meat on the grill
Call the girls and have a party at home
Call the smoke, lighting, stage to make some music
Don't forget the good joint, ask the waiter for the bottles
Call the sinunca, beer and weed and also the crazy ones
Call the cinnamon for the ones that dry my fruit's gleglen
Call with faith, everyone who wants to call the women
Seriously, dude, this is to call whoever you want

[Rany Money]
Ahhh, there are only crazy guys in this room
The guys are launching a piece, some only 1/4
For some, what makes no sense, for others it's more than clear
I just want my girl, a drink and another hit

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, and Maomé
Call 2D, 51, Topre, and Zarceh

And tell everyone to call the girlfriends
And for these girlfriends
Call more girlfriends

I also want what's good, I step on stage with the right foot
To see if everything works out and this flame brings money
Clean without schemes, no trouble, jail, handcuffs
Today I don't even want to talk about it because that brings problems

So, only call those who are family, the Board
Don't call the snitches because they call the police
Since it's just weed, Rap, and beer on the track
To keep this flame alive
Call the boys!

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, and Maomé
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, and Maomé
And tell everyone to call the girlfriends
And tell everyone to call the girlfriends

[Batoré]
Call the boys from the street, it's the late-night gang
For the old ladies in the condo, my head is empty
Wrinkled, wilted witch, hanging on the balcony
To escort my buddies starting a smoke
The evidence is my feet, I run at 210
I follow the flow in jazz, rhyming for my faithful
Someone wants to see you down, prevents you from even using dreads
But here there's no nerd obeying who asks
In my corner all calm
With plans for New Year's
Bonging all the way
The chubby one brought the brown
Just waiting for another blackout, scoundrels committing fraud
Who's driving an Audi never took a bucket bath

So let's hit it, my gang comes like the FARC
Die and come back like 2Pac, I'll call my buddy Isak
So the talk is already given, everyone is invited here
You can call the resentful, but give the wrong address

[Samples]
Call me
Call the boys!

[Rany Money]
Only call those who are partners, don't call those who mess up
Only call those who are partners, don't call the screw-ups
Don't call those guys who are total wimps
Only call those who are partners, call those who are brothers

Only call those who are partners, don't call those who mess up
Only call those who are partners, don't call the screw-ups
And call all the hot girls who are tuned into the music
Only call those who are partners, call those who are brothers

And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, and Maomé
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, and Maomé
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora, and Maomé
And who? And Rany Money!