Será que ninguém vê
O caos em que vivemos?
Os jovens são tão jovens
E fica tudo por isso mesmo
A juventude é rica, a juventude é pobre
A juventude sofre e ninguém parece perceber
Eu tenho um coração
Eu tenho ideais
Eu gosto de cinema
E de coisas naturais
E penso sempre em sexo, oh yeah!
Todo adulto tem inveja, todo adulto tem inveja
Todo adulto tem inveja dos mais jovens
A juventude está sozinha
Não há ninguém para ajudar
A explicar por que é que o mundo
É este desastre que aí está
Eu não sei, eu não sei
Dizem que eu não sei nada
Dizem que eu não tenho opinião
Me compram, me vendem, me estragam
E é tudo mentira, me deixam na mão
Não me deixam fazer nada
E a culpa é sempre minha, oh yeah!
E meus amigos parecem ter medo
De quem fala o que sentiu
De quem pensa diferente
Nos querem todos iguais
Assim é bem mais fácil nos controlar
E mentir, mentir, mentir
E matar, matar, matar
O que eu tenho de melhor: minha esperança
Que se faça o sacrifício
Que cresçam logo as crianças.

Aloha

by Split Enz

I ain't gotta lie
So don't even trip
I'm super duper fly
You know that i'm the ****
Two-twenty on the dash
Got fourty on my hip
Throw up a bunch of cash
Make them bitches do the spilts
They say, Hello, Hello, Hello, Aloha
Cuz they know that i'm the ****
They say, Hello, Hello, Hello, Aloha
Aloha
Cuz i'm so fly
I'm super duper fly
You can call my missy's boo
Pull up in the SLR
Have all the mami's sick of you
All them college credits
You can throw them things away
You ain't gonna be needin' a job
You ****in' with Jose
Heyyy, Hello, Hello, Aloha
I go hard
I'm so fly
We so hot
They so not
Shiiiiiiiiiit!
Them other niggas is lame
Seat you on the sidelines time to put you in the game
Coca be the name
Parties up in Diddy's house
Push them through the door say show em what the city bout
Touch a couple blocks got the dough and skate off
And just like Bernie, Me, and my Baby made-off
Hello
I ain't gotta lie
So don't even trip
I'm super duper fly
You know that i'm the ****
Two-twenty on the dash
Got fourty on my hip
Throw up a bunch of cash
Make them bitches do the spilts
They say, Hello, Hello, Hello, Aloha
Cuz they know that i'm the ****
They say, Hello, Hello, Hello, Aloha
Aloha
Cuz i'm so fly
Try to play me short
And ima **** around and fade a bitch
Fresh up off the porch on that koolaid and them tater chips
Don't **** with lames cuz they be on that hater ****
If you gotta problem wit me go ahead say that shiiiiiit
I'm scuba divin' in Jamaica trick
Put the mic down i'm on that i don't needa bake a ****
Or you can find me on the charts
Or up in St. Broads racin' European cars
Screamin' **** the law
And my baby mama raw
Cuz she my baby mama cuz them other bitches flaw
Oooh im what them other bitches call
A mother****in' pimp, It's pimpin' when i'm involved! Hello!
I ain't gotta lie
So don't even trip
I'm super duper fly
You know that i'm the ****
Two-twenty on the dash
Got fourty on my hip
Throw up a bunch of cash
Make them bitches do the spilts
They say, Hello, Hello, Hello, Aloha
Cuz they know that i'm the ****
They say, Hello, Hello, Hello, Aloha
Aloha
Cuz i'm so fly
Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of Joe?
Honestly i'm runnin' outta ways to spend my dough
I'm burnin' down the stores
I'm such a shopaholic
What you know it ain't trickin' if you really got it
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis chucks
Louis boxers, Got all the Louis she wants yeeeahhh
And you aint got nothin' first
Millions on a turn and the crib ain't gotta mortgage
Yes i'm the rain man
Must i remind you
Throw it in the air
Watch her spread it like the swine flu
Haha,They say Joey on some other ****
and if that bitch start actin' up
I go and grab my other bitch
I ain't gotta lie
So don't even trip
I'm super duper fly
You know that i'm the ****
Two-twenty on the dash
Got fourty on my hip
Throw up a bunch of cash
Make them bitches do the spilts
They say, Hello, Hello, Hello, Aloha
Cuz they know that i'm the ****
They say, Hello, Hello, Hello, Aloha
Aloha
Cuz i'm so fly

Aloha

by A.C.T

[Intro: Rico Love (Fat Joe)]
Hello...
(Coca)
Aloha...
(Crills Mania)
It's Love...
(Yeah)
Turn the lights on!
[Hook: Pleasure P (Fat Joe)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (Yeah!) because I'm so fly,
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I'm supa dupa fly, you can call me Missy's boo,
Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis sick of you,
All them college credits, you can throw them things away,
You ain't gonna be needin' a job, you fuckin' with Jose!
Heyy, hello, hello, aloha,
I go hard, I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not,
Shiiiit, them other niggas is lame,
Seat you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game,
Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house,
Pushed her through the door, set to show her what the city 'bout,
Touched a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off,
And just like Bernie, me and my baby Mad-off
Hello!
[Hook: Pleasure P (Rico Love)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha, (Aloha!)
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (It's Love!) because I'm so fly!
(Turn the lights on!)
[Verse 2: Rico Love]
Try to play me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch,
Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-Aid and them tater chips,
Don't fuck with lames, 'cause they be on that hater shit,
If you got a problem with me go ahead and say that shit!
I'm scuba-diving in Jamaica trick,
Put the mic down, I'm on that Anita Baker shit!
Or you could find me on the charts,
Or up in St. Barts racing European cars,
Screamin' FUCK THE LAW in by baby mama Roll,
And she my baby mama 'cause them other bitches flaw!
Ohhh, I'm what them other bitches call,
A muthafuckin' pimp, it's pimpin' when I'm involved,
Hello!
[Hook: Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, because I'm so fly!
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin' out of ways to send my dough,
I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm such a shopaholic,
Whatcha know it ain't trickin if you really got it!
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis chucks,
Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeahhhhh!
And you ain't got nothin' for us,
Millions on the tourin' and the crib ain't gotta mortgage,
Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you?
Throw it in the air, watch her spread it like the swine flu!
Haha, they say Joey on some other shit,
And if that bitch start actin' up, I go and grab my other bitch!
[Hook: Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, because I'm so fly!