Chama Os Mulekes Lyrics in English by ConeCrewDiretoria

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Call the guys
I'm called, summoned, I'm connected
And it's proven, here comes that one
'Who wasn't called'
It ignites, the flame rises, fire in the joint
A bum calls, thinking she's a lady
She calls a rich guy
A rich guy calls money, and money calls fame
Fame calls an apartment in the Copacabana Hotel
Insane mind, lights, flash, an arrow to your face
And they called you to get you into trouble
What a screw-up, but don't swarm, maybe call me
If they make waves, we make a Tsunami
Don't be fooled, don't complain, on the mat is where it's at
When the good stuff appears, they won't call you
Things get crazy, then everyone gets you involved
'Call the crazy guys from CONE, they'll fix it'
Call Rany and Cert to chill with a bong hit
Call Batoré to smoke some imported stuff
Life charges and doesn't allow you to live in failure
Call Papatinho, a man who works
The rhyme that shatters the faces of the 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 their friends
And tell everyone to call their friends
Some guys have Blackberries
Other dudes have Yogoberry
I don't crave Blueberry, drinking my Bloody Mary
After dropping the series, bonged in the morning
I'll be too old to not grow up, like Peter Pan
So get me out of Neverland, try and you'll see
If a girl can do it, I'll end up in Bob's World
He's fantastic, I'm agile with girls like soap
Don't try to hold me, I won't slip from your hand
Bent down, touched the ground, became a little vulnerable
I want the short ones, easy to handle, malleable
Ca-call, call the guys, because now it's Rap time
Bring the joints, leave the girls at home, otherwise there'll be stress
And I'm already tired of this, I don't have the patience for arguments
Just brothers, just the space of the room for the sound
Session of talent, the mentally ill show their unique flow
Call everyone, little bro, call the guys
Call the guys, man
And throw the meat on the grill
Call your friends and have a party at my place
Call the smoke, lighting, stage, to make some music
Don't forget the good joint, ask the waiter for the bottles
Call for pool, beer and weed and also the crazy girls
Call for cinnamon for the cops who dry out my fruit's "gleglen"
Call with faith, everyone who wants to call the women
Seriously, man, this is to call whoever you want
Ahhh, and there are only crazy people from the neighborhood in this room
The crazy guys are releasing a piece, some just 1/4
For some, it makes no sense
For others, it's more than clear
I just want my girl
A shot and another puff
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé
Call 2D, 51, Topre and Zarceh
And tell everyone to call their friends
And for these friends
To call more friends
I also want what's good
I enter the stage with my right foot
To see if everything works out and this brings in some money
Clean, without schemes, without trouble, jail, handcuffs
Today I don't even want to talk about it
Because that calls for trouble
So, only call family, the Diretoria
Don't call snitches because they call the police
Since it's just weed, Rap, and beer on the tracks
To keep this flame alive
Call the guys!
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé
And tell everyone to call their friends
And tell everyone to call their friends
Call the guys from the street, it's the dawn crew
For the old ladies in the condo, my head has nothing
Withered and wrinkled witch, hanging on the balcony
To escort my comrades starting a smoke session
The arrests are my feet, I run at 210
I follow the flow in jazz, rhyming for my loyal ones
Someone wants to see you down, prevents you from even wearing dreads
But there are no nerds here
Obeying whoever asks
In my corner, 'chilling'
With plans for New Year's Eve
Bonging all the 'tapon'
Gordinho brought the brown
Just waiting for another blackout, rascals committing fraud
Whoever is driving an Audi
Never took a bucket bath
So let's hit hard, my crew comes like the FARC
I die and come back like 2Pac, I'll call my man Isak
So the word is out, everyone here is invited
You can call the resentful ones, but give them the wrong address
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé
And call Cert, Ari, Papato, Batora and Maomé
And tell everyone to call their friends
And tell everyone to call their friends
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? It's Rany Money!
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? It's Rany Money!
And who? It's Rany Money!
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muleke — kid / dude

Muleke is a Brazilian Portuguese slang term for 'kid' or 'dude', often used to refer to young men or a group of friends. It carries a casual, street-smart connotation, reflecting the song's urban and hip-hop vibe.

In "Chama Os Mulekes", the phrase "Chama os muleke" (Call the dudes) is a recurring call to action, inviting friends to join in on the fun, whether it's making music, partying, or just hanging out. It's a central and engaging word that captures the camaraderie and energy of the song.

Get ready for an anthem about friendship, parties, and the rap lifestyle! The title of the song, "Chama Os Mulekes," translates to "Call the Boys," and that's exactly what this track is—a massive roll call. The members of the Brazilian rap group ConeCrewDiretoria summon each other and their friends for a good time. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of their ideal get-together: a barbecue with meat on the grill, music, drinks, and a whole lot of friends. It's a celebration of their crew's unity and their way of life.

The song also plays with the idea that one thing "calls" another. For example, the lyrics suggest that money calls for fame, and fame calls for a hotel suite in Copacabana. However, the group makes it clear they want to avoid negativity. They don't want to call for problems, police, or snitches. Instead, they want to call on their trusted friends, their "family," to keep the flame of their music and friendship alive. It's a fun, energetic track all about gathering your people and enjoying the moment.

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