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A Música Portuguesa

Em terras Em todas as fronteiras Seja bem vindo quem vier por bem Se alguém houver que não queira Trá-lo contigo também

A Música Portuguesa

Em terras Em todas as fronteiras Seja bem vindo quem vier por bem Se alguém houver que não queira Trá-lo contigo também

 

Letra

 

Hot days, shades on my face
We're surfin' till the sun comes down
Damn right we'll be drinkin' all night
Cause we're always up for one more round
Hot chicks come knockin' at our door
And I dunno if we got space for more
Full house yeah the party's real tight
But my boy say we gotta go

The police just parked right out the front door
Well shit man we gotta go Don't call the cops on us, yeah please don't call the cops
We're just chillin' and havin' a good time, don't be wasting their handcuffs
Besides, all you snitches've been here before, drinkin' out the same old red cups
So don't call the cops on us, yeah please don't call the cops


The cops came in, but ain't nobody give a shit
As a matter of fact we just kept pumpin' up the music
And they couldn't believe the kinda girls we got showin' up, like
'You know what to do with that…'
Say officer it seems you need a little time to think
Say won't you scooch over here, you want somethin' to drink?
He says "Everybody hands in the air!… Throw'em up like you just don't care!"

Hot days, shades on my face
We're surfin' till the sun comes down
Damn right we'll be drinkin' all night
If the cops are up for one more round

There's a time to be stupid and a time to grow
'n you can't fuck with the flow
The police just parked right out the front door
So guess what, we gotta go.

 

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