Estilo Cachorro

Dog Style

I know a guy that’s from the night, from the dawn
He enjoys a lot of stuff, a lot of parties
He likes to live, and to travel
Ain’t scared of dying or taking risks

He doesn’t take a leap in the dark, a smart guy
He’s always on his shit, always chasing money
(Ah, play to lose, homie? That’s not me)
That guy is a gangster, huh, straightforward

A smooth thug, flirtatious
He has an artist’s vibe, and the energy of a player
He impresses with the tramp style
Clothes from shoppings, designer items

Always ready, nice haircut
Riding a brand new blue 900’s motorbike
Golden ring matching the chains
Expensive watch, of course, of a hot brand

He’s always relaxed, not much hurry
Relax the mind, or you’ll stress
At the moment that matters, he already has
(A Kawasaki?) and freedom my dear

(What does this guy has, homie?)
I hear them jealous
(Motorbike, money) dudes get angry
(Ah, that's not fair, what about the brothers?)
A piece of the action? Get real, bro

He knows a lot of different hot girls
The black ones, the white ones, the cold ones, the warm ones
A bottle blonde, a sensual black woman
An Amazona’s indigenous, even an eastern flower

He’s well known around the hoes
The kind of models that take a rest during the day, you know what I'm saying?
He has standards, and rules
When she hopped on that rear seat, it’s on, I know

At a motel or at home? (Let’s go to your place!)
With the car in the HO’s drive-in, or under the moonlight?
Ulterior motives, elementary
The condoms are in the pocket and the second intentions in the eyes (of course)

He know’s how to walk in, yeah, and he knows how to walk out
He knows how to get noticed and considered wherever he goes
In order to always get what he wants
He uses the same weapon as you, woman

Woman and money, money and woman
The more you have, the more you want
Even if this causes problems one day
Living lonely, no, it’s not worth it

Woman and money, money and woman
I can't live without them both, which of the two do you want?
Even if this causes problems one day
Go to bed alone, no way

Monday, it’s Patricia
Tuesday, it’s Marcela
Wednesday, it’s Raissa
Thursday, it’s Daniela
Friday, it’s Elisângela
Saturday, it’s Rosangela
(And Sunday?)
It's young, 16, the name is Angela

I have a notebook full of phone numbers
A list of characteristics and the names
(What is the source, homie?)
Oh, that's no secret
I arrive driving a motorbike, you feel me? I have money

The hoes all get excited when I arrive
I own the scene, I order champagne on ice
That silver bucket, on the table
It sets the night’s atmosphere, a box of surprises

I stay there, seated, looking, paying attention
All I see are second intentions every direction
They do everything they can to get your attention
They stop, rubs in your face, pretension

She walks in wearing tight pants, bell bottoms
Showing cleavage, perfumed and smiling
She asks for a lighter and offers me a cigarette
(Hi, do you have fire?)
Oh, of course
What’s your name?
(My name is Viviane, but you can call me Vi. Here's my number)
5892, this the south’s prefix
Nice to meet you, I'm Paulo, aka Ice Blue
From what area are you?
(I live in Vaz de Lima, do you know Maracá? Well, up there)
This even rhymes coincidence, on the spot
She’ll hop on my back seat and hasta la vista

Woman and money
Money and woman
The more you have, the more you want
Even if this causes problems one day
Living without someone won’t work
Woman and money
Money and woman
I can't live without them both, which of the two do you want?
Even if this causes problems one day
Living lonely is not worth it

Woof, woof
Dog style
Woof woof woof, woof
It's not sexism

You can say what you want, it is what it is
Cop or good thug, it doesn't make a difference to woman
It doesn't matter where it came from, and what for
If what she really wants is the power sensation

She got involved with a thug, hung out, I don’t know, went out
Around April, had fun, if you saw it, you saw it
In May, she was spotted on a RR motorbike, speeding
On the main road, on the cold, with the civil police dude

See, some guys are good guys
They open up their hearts and suffer too much
They talk with her parents on the living room couch
Listen and agree while she talks, and talks, he falls for the siren song
See he's a real steady guy, like a nail into the sand
Dude, he tossed his ego into the pit
A Bon vivant never shows his weak spot

Ask Samson who Delilah was
Listen to the true Martinho da Vila
Several loves, of all colors
Of several sizes and several tastes

The more you have, the more you get, if you have it, it’s wonderful
PMG, strawberry and vanilla
It's not for nothing, no debate, no conflicts
My thing it’s a chocolate, hmm, that's the deal

But when it's over, it's over, no goodbyes, or notes
You almost die for the love of ice cream
And he would’ve
Taken her to work in Barra Funda

10 degrees, five in the morning, no problem
If she didn't live in Diadema
On time like Big Ben, four years like this
Not even Shakespeare would’ve imagined the end

She dumped you for a shameless motherfucker
Who steals even from his mom when he has no weed
And she says she's happy, and he's awesome
You fucking overdo it, dumb, clingy

Women pretend well, marriage is business
You only see who is who after the divorce
Hey, hey, baby, for love I won’t die
You consecrated the dog style