O carioca pega onda!

       A onda do funk,

                    Tão sem horizonte;

                                Igual a disco riscado.

                                                      Não vai amarrar o bode!

                                                 Pega onda da roupa, ao corte no cabelo.

                                                                              No presente há roupa pra usar?

                                                                                                Não mente, isso é puro caô!

                                                                                                                     Até na prece que leva fé;

                                                                                                                                   Tô nessa parada!

                                                                                                                                     Vou de camelo,

                                                                                                                                    Com esse bonde!

                                                                                                                                  Tudo bem, já foi!

                                                                                                                       Não basta o oi.

                                                                                             Valeu irmão, já é!