Músicas de Hip Hop

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O Hip Hop é uma das expressões culturais mais marcantes da cultura chamada “de rua”, ou “da periferia”. Oriundo do rap, esse estilo incomoda com letras fortes e contundentes sobre diversos assuntos.

Músicas de Hip Hop

Muitos foram os artistas que surgiram exclusivamente do estilo, e que fizeram história, como Dr. Dre e Tupac Shakur. A seguir, uma lista com 20 ótimas canções do mais puro hip hop.

 

Dilemma, de Nelly – Músicas de Hip Hop

Após a separação dos pais, Nelly foi morar com a mãe em uma cidade universitária, onde formou a sua primeira banda, a St. Lunatics, em 1993. E, de lá pra cá, o sucesso foi apenas uma questão tempo.

Letra de Dilemma, de Nelly

I love you
And I need you
Nelly, I love you
I do need you

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you

I met this chick and she just moved right up the block from me and
She got the hots for me, the finest thing I need to see
But oh, no, no, she got a man and a son, oh-oh, but that’s okay ’cause I
Wait for my cue and just listen,
Play my position like a shortstop,
Pick up everything mami hittin’ and in
No time I better make this friend mine and that’s for sure
‘Cause I-I never been the type to break up a happy home
But there’s something about baby girl, I just can’t leave her alone
So tell me, ma, what’s it gonna be
She said
You don’t know what you mean to me

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you

Uh-uh-uh-uh
I see a lot in your look and I never say a word
I know how n****s start actin’ trippin’ , and hate up all thegirls
And there’s no way Nelly go for it
Aint fuckin
‘ with no dame, as you could see
But I-I like your steeze, your style, your whole demeanor
The way you come through and holler, and swoop me in histwo-seater
Now that’s gangsta and I got special ways to thank ya, don’t youforget it
But it ain’t that easy for you to back up and leave him
But you and me we got ties for different reasons
I respect that and right before I turned to leave
She said, “You don’t know what you mean to me, come on

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you

Sing it for me, K

I love you and I need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
And it’s more than you’ll ever know
Boy, it’s for sure
You can always count on my love
Forever more, yeah, yeah

East coast, I know you’re shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(‘Cause you don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin right

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you

East coast, I know you’re shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin’ right

East coast, I know you’re shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin’ right

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you

Yeah, yeah

East coast, I know you’re shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin’ right

East coast, I know you’re shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin’ right

Composição: Kenneth Gamble / Charles Brown / Nelly / Jason Epperson

Clipe de Dilemma, de Nelly

Clipe em parceria com Kelly Rowland.

 

Yeah!, de Usher – Músicas de Hip Hop

Usher conseguiu um feito e tanto: gerou um recorde de quatro singles consecutivos no topo da Billboard Hot 100 (“Yeah!”,”Burn”,”Confessions Part II” e “My Boo”.), mostrando que ele é um dos artistas do gênero mais conceituados dos últimos anos.

Letra de Yeah!, de Usher

Peace up, A-Town down
Yeah, ok, lil’ Jon
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I’m in the club with my homies, try’na get a lil’ v-I
Keep it down on the low key, ’cause you know how it feels
I said shawty she was checkin’ up on me
From the game she was spittin’ my ear you’d think that she knew me
So we decided to chill
Conversation got heavy
She had me feelin’ like she’s ready to blow (watch out oh, watch out)
She saying “come get me, come get me”
So I got up and followed her to the floor
She said “baby, let’s go”, when I told her I said
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down an’ said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) her and my girl would be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
She’s all up in my head now
Got me thinking that it might good idea to take her with me
‘Cause she’s ready to leave
Now I gotta keep it real now
‘Cause on a one-to-ten she’s a certified twenty, and that just ain’t me
‘Cause I do know if I take that chance just where is it gonna lead
But what I do know is the way she dance makes shawty alright with me
The way she getting low
I’m like yeah, just work that out for me
She asked for one more dance and I’m
Like yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave? And I said
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down an’ said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) her and my girl would be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Luda’, watch out my outfit’s ridiculous
In the club lookin’ so conspicuous
And rowl! these women all on the prowl
If you hold the head steady I’m a milk the cow
Forget about the game I’m a spit the truth,
I won’t stop till I get em in they birthday suits
So gimmie the rhythm and it’ll be off with they clothes
Then bend over to the front and touch your toes
I left the jag and I took the Rolls
If they ain’t cutting then I put em on foot patrol
How you like me now
When my pinky’s valued over three hundred thousand
Lets drank you the one to please
Ludacris fill cups like double D’s
Me and Ush once more and we leave em dead
We want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed to say
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down an’ said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) her and my girl would be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Take that and rewind it back
Lil’ Jon got the beat to make ya booty go
Take that and rewind it back
Usher got the voice make ya booty go
Take that and rewind it back
Ludacris got the flow make ya booty go
Take that and rewind it back
Lil’ Jon got the beat make ya booty GO

Composição: Christopher Bridges / James Phillips / Jonathan Smith / LaMarquis Jefferson / Patrick Michael Smith / Sean Garrett

Clipe de Yeah!, de Usher

Clipe em parceria com Lil Jon e Lucradis.

 

Fight the Power, de Public Enemy – Músicas de Hip Hop

O Public Enemy é um dos grupos mais importantes da cena rap/hip hop nos EUA, e lançou álbuns verdadeiramente antológicos do estilo. “Fight the Power” é um verdadeiro hino do gênero até hoje.

Letra de Fight the Power, de Public Enemy

Yet our best trained, best educated, best equipped, best prepared troops refuse to fight
As a matter of fact, it’s safe to say that they would rather switch than fight
1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hitting your heart ’cause I know you got soul
(Brothers and sisters, hey)
Listen if you’re missing y’all
Swinging while I’m singing
Giving whatcha getting
Knowing what I know
While the Black bands sweatin’
And the rhythm rhymes rollin’
Got to give us what we want (uh)
Gotta give us what we need (hey)
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power (lemme hear you say)
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
We’ve got to fight the powers that be
As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you’ve realized the pride’s arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
From the heart
It’s a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothing’s strange
People, people we are the same
No we’re not the same
‘Cause we don’t know the game
What we need is awareness, we can’t get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved let’s get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
To make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power (lemme hear you say)
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
We’ve got to fight the powers that be
Fight the power (lemme hear you say)
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
We’ve got to fight the powers that be
Elvis was a hero to most but he
Elvis was a hero to most
Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother fuck him and John Wayne
‘Cause I’m Black and I’m proud
I’m ready and hyped plus I’m amped
Most of my heroes don’t appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for four hundred years if you check
Don’t worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
(Get it) let’s get this party started right
Right on, c’mon
What we got to say (yeah)
Power to the people no delay
Make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
We’ve got to fight the powers that be
What have we got to say? (yeah)
Fight the power (yeah, yeah, yeah)
What have we got to say? (yeah)
Fight the power (come on)
What have we got to say? (yeah)
Fight the power (yeah, yeah, yeah)
What have we got to say? (yeah)
Fight the power (come on)
Yo check this out man
OK talk to me about the future of Public Enemy
The future of Public Enemy gotta
Composição: Carlton Ridenhour / Eric T. Sadler / James Henry Boxley Iii / Keith M. Boxley

Clipe de Fight the Power, de Public Enemy

Clipe para mostrar toda a força do Public Enemy.

 

It’s Murda, de Ja Rule – Músicas de Hip Hop

Aos quinze anos de idade, o rapper Ja Rule fugiu de sua escola, envolvendo-se com o tráfico de drogas. Tudo mudou quando em 1998 seu vizinho Irv Gotti criou o selo Murder Inc. e o contratou, começando ali uma carreira de muito sucesso e talento.

Letra de It’s Murda, de Ja Rule

Ur
Uh huh
Y’all motherfuckers ready or what?
Is y’all motherfuckers ready or what?
I don’t think you are
I don’t think so!
They got my back against the building
I’m the villian that’s creeping around corners
Like shorty you see them niggas creeping around, warn us
We might be coming through, gunning through, running through
So be careful what you do
Or the slugs might come to you
As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in December, the heat’s been in my waist
I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me
Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me
I don’t know whats wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y’all niggas turning into murderers
Couldn’t fuck with a third of us
Still against me
And wanting to see me in the box
Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx
Ain’t nothing funny about that
I see you in a coma, ain’t coming up out that
You hold on for too long and they ain’t pulling the plug for you
I’ll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you
It’s murda
It’s murda motherfuckers
I take a squat then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure
Know somethin?
From cats stackin four-somes
I’m loathesome
I scream out fuck the world then I throw something
Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it’s the god
I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out
What the fuck y’all want?
Daddio with the calico
Let the gat blow leave you bleeding on your patio
I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue
Not only do I leave you I hide you
I before you
X and Ja-Rule
Death before dishonor now and prior to
Boss man spy on you
Conspire you
Me die before you?
You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hits I approve
Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits
Y’all niggas don’t listen
Whether in streets or in prison
When we find them we twist them
They fucking up missing
Y’all don’t understand we want y’all all to hate it
It’s murda
Murder incorporated
It’s murda
In crime we all related
It’s murda
See if y’all can take it
I’ma murderer and murdering anything that moves
Through ya nine niggas
Straight do or die niggas
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected
Shot on the world and reflect it
Niggas don’t respect it
So get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day
Now everybody want you
I’m feeling like: stupid didn’t the inc. warn you the first time
It’s murda
Whenever you see blood
It’s murda
Lay you down for the love
That’s us
Leave the lights on
Knife through your windpipe
Cause most of your niggas ain’t cut right
You thinking it’s alright
But it ain’t
I’m paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist
Giving niggas facelifts and taking it
While making you bleed
And if I got a taste of the shit I’m taking more than you need
It’s nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs
Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug
Who holding the heat?
Who leaving niggas cold in the street?
Y’all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G.
Niggas better watch me closely
Get a grip, it’s hennessy that fuels all that murderin’ shit
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja niggas
It’s murda

Composição: Jeffrey B Atkins / Shawn Carter / Shawn C Carter / Tyrone Gregory Fyffe / Earl Simmons

Clipe de It’s Murda, de Ja Rule

Áudio original da faixa.

 

Say it Right, de Nelly Furtado – Músicas de Hip Hop

De talento precoce, Nelly Furtado aprendeu a tocar trombone quando tinha nove anos de idade e teclado quando tinha onze. Dois anos depois, aos treze anos, começou a compor as suas próprias canções.

Letra de Say it Right, de Nelly Furtado

In the day
In the night
Say it right
Say it all
You either got it
Or you don’t
You either stand or you fall
When your will is broken
When it slips from your hand
When there’s no time for joking
There’s a hole in the plan
Oh, you don’t mean nothing at all to me
No, you don’t mean nothing at all to me
But you got what it takes to set me free
Oh, you could mean everything to me
I can’t say that, I’m not lost and at fault
I can’t say that, I don’t love the light and the dark
I can’t say that, I don’t know that I am alive
And all of what I feel I could show
You tonight you tonight
Oh you don’t mean nothing at all to me
No you don’t mean nothing at all to me
But you got what it takes to set me free
Oh you could mean everything to me
From my hands, I could give you
Something that I made
From my mouth, I could sing you another brick that I laid
From my body, I could show you a place God knows
You should know the space is holy
Do you really want to go?

Composição: Nelly Furtado / Nate Hills / Timothy Mosley

Clipe de Say it Right, de Nelly Furtado

Superprodução em forma de vídeo clipe.

 

Beastie, dos Beastie Boys – Músicas de Hip Hop

Os chamados “garotos brancos do rap”, apesar da estranheza inicial, conseguiram qualquer bloqueio que o público tinha, e se tornaram um dos grupos mais inovadores do estilo. Esta música é do primeiro EP deles.

Letra de Beastie, dos Beastie Boys

Aaahhn B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
That’s just what Beasties gotta’ be
Can’t you see this is an emergency
Can you feel the urgency
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
With the hold of democracy
In a state of emergency now

Ahhnn going out to rock the state
Let’s just come and take unique
All across the stormy sea
Better days in democracy
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Captain stayed off so merryly
In a state of emergency now

Aaahhn B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Cops just don’t have respect to me
World is filled with tyranny
All across the stormy sea
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
B-E-A-S-T-I-E
Who the hell are we off to see
Let’s just come and take unique
Now B-E-A-S-T-I-E go
B-E-A-S-T-I-E go

Clipe de Beastie, dos Beastie Boys

Áudio original da canção.

 

Empire State of Mind, do Jay-Z – Músicas de Hip Hop

O mega astro do hip hop Jay-Z dispensa apresentações, principalmente dada a quantidade de premiações que já ganhou ao longo de uma carreira de sucesso e de músicas muito emblemáticas para o estilo.

Letra de Empire State of Mind, do Jay-Z

Yea, yea I’m out that Brooklyn, now I’m down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I’ll be hood forever
I’m the new Sinatra, and, since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem,
All of my Dominicano’s right there up on Broadway,
Pull me back to that McDonald’s, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin’ pastry’s
Cruisin’ down 8th St., off white Lexus
Drivin’ so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I’m out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin’ Mai Tai’s
Sittin’ courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike’d out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I’m most definitely from
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothin’ you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain’t a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin’ with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin’ rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain’t for, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in it naked
City is a pity, half of y’all won’t make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed “I Got It Made”
If Jesus payin’ Lebron, I’m payin’ Dwayne Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three card monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I’m from the Empire St. that’s
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothin’ you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you’re in style
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it’s a pity on the whim
Good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you’re a virgin
And Jesus can’t save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin’ like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothin’ you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin’ pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air everybody say yeah, yeah,
Yea, yea
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothin’ you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

Composição: Alexander William Shuckburgh / Alicia J Augello-Cook / Shawn C Carter / Angela Hunte / Bert Keyes / Sylvia Robinson / Janette Sewell

Clipe de Empire State of Mind, do Jay-Z

Apresentação ao vivo em 2016.

 

Pump it, do The Black Eyed Peas – Músicas de Hip Hop

Grupo de enorme sucesso, que emplacou alguns bons hits em anos anteriores, em especial, esse aqui, “Pump it”, canção vinculada a comerciais da Best Buy em 2005 e Vovó…Zona 2, Carros e a propaganda da Pepsi em 2006.

Letra de Pump it, do The Black Eyed Peas

Ha ha ha
Pump it
Ha ha ha
And pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right
Niggas wanna hate on us (who)
Niggas be envious (who)
I know why they hatin’ on us (why)
‘Cause that’s so fabulous (what)
I’m a be real on us (c’mon)
Nobody got nuttin’ on us (no)
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)
We rockin’, it’s contagious
Monkey business outrageous
Just confess, your girl admits that we the shit
F-r-e-s-h (fresh)
D-e-f, that’s right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we rappin’ it
So, turn me up (turn it up)
Turn me up (turn it up)
Turn me up (turn it up)
C’mon baby, just
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin’
It’s sizzlin’
Right
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude need’a ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like Flava shut (down)
Chicks say, she ain’t down
But chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n’ run (errr)
Yeah, that’s the speed
That’s what we do
That’s who we be
B-l-a-c-k-e-y-e-d-p to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
Shake it, shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don’t break it, girl
‘Cause we gonna
Turn it up (turn it up)
Turn it up (turn it up)
Turn it up (turn it up)
C’mon baby, just
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin’
It’s sizzlin’
Right
Damn (damn)
Damn (damn)
Damn (damn)
Damn (damn)
Damn (damn)
Apl. De ap. From Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Breakin’ on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting, doin’ their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don’t stop, and keep it goin’
Do it, lets get it on
Move it!
Come on, baby, do it
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
To let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy (c’mon, we’re there)
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin’
It’s sizzlin’
Right

Composição: Allan Pineda / Nicholas Roubanis / Stacy Ferguson / Thomas Van Musser Szamosi / Will Adams

Clipe de Pump it, do The Black Eyed Peas

Clipe bem agitado e vibrante, como a música.

 

Dear Mama, de Tupac Shakur – Músicas de Hip Hop

Nesse caso aqui, a vida imitou a arte. A maioria das canções de Tupac trata sobre como crescer no meio da violência e da miséria nos guetos, o racismo, os problemas da sociedade e os conflitos com os outros rappers. Infelizmente, morreu vítima de um suposto tiroteio, que se atribuiu à sua rixa histórica com The Notorious Big.

Letra de Dear Mama, de Tupac Shakur

I love you
I love you
You are appreciated
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I’d see her face
Ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place
Suspended from school, and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys, bureaking all the rulea
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy’s, the same drama
When things went wrong we’d blame mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Hugging on my mama from a jail cell
And who’d think in elementary?
Hey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And running from the police, that’s right
Mama catch me, put a whooping to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
For a woman it ain’t easy trying to raise a man
(I know it ain’t easy)
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There’s no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Dear mama
Don’t you know I love you?
Dear mama
Place no one above you
(Dear mama) Oh mama, I appreciate you
Although my shadow’s gone
I will never leave you
Now ain’t nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn’t there
He passed away and I didn’t cry, cause my anger
Wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
They say I’m wrong and I’m heartless, but all along
I was looking for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hanging
I needed money of my own so I started slanging
I ain’t guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when the rent’s due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
‘Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you coming home after work late
You’re in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
Ya just working with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
But now the road got rough, you’re alone
You’re trying to raise two bad kids on your own
And there’s no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Dear mama
Don’t you know I love you?
Dear mama
Place no one above you
(Dear mama) Oh mama, I appreciate you
Although my shadow’s gone
I will never leave you
Pour out some liquor and I reminisce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I’m hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there’s no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there’s a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It’s a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there’s no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Dear mama
Don’t you know I love you?
Dear mama
Place no one above you
Oh mama, I appreciate you
Although my shadow’s gone
I will never leave you
I appreciate you
I love you
I need you
Oh mama
I love you
Appreciate you
I need you
Oh mama
I appreciate you
I love you
I need you
Oh mama
I love you
Appreciate you
I need you
Oh mama

Composição: Bruce Hawes / Charles Simmons / Joe Sample / Joseph Jefferson / Tony Pizarro / Tupac Shakur

Clipe de Dear Mama, de Tupac Shakur

Bela homenagem em videoclipe.

 

O.P.P., de Naughty by Nature – Músicas de Hip Hop

Formada em 1986, a banda Naughty by Nature chegou ao sucesso que a faixa “O.P.P.”, que chegou à 6ª posição na Billboard Hot 100, tornando-a uma das canções de sucesso mais bem sucedidas da história do rap.

Letra de O.P.P., de Naughty by Nature

Harm me with harmony
Dave drop a load on ’em
OPP, how can I explain it
I’ll take you frame by frame it
To have why’all jumpin’ shall we singin’ it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin’ temple
The last P…well…that’s not that simple
It’s sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It’s five little letters that are missin’ here
You get on occasion at the other party
As a game ‘n it seems I gotta start to explainin’
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You get her name and number and then you feelin’ real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she’s what you want to know about
Then you call up and it’s her girlfriend or her cousin’s house
It’s not a front, F to the are to the O to the N to the T
It’s just her boyfriend’s at her house (Boy, that’s what is scary)
It’s OPP, time other people’s what you get it
There’s no room for relationship there’s just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what I’m gettin’ at
Who thinks it’s wrong ”cause I’m splittin’ and co-hittin’ at
Well if you do, that’s OPP and you’re not down with it
But if you don’t, here’s your membership
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me)
Who’s down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me)
Who’s down with OPP (All the homies)
As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but the last is something different
It’s the longest, loveliest, lean– I call it the leanest
It’s another five letter word rhymin’ with cleanest and meanest
I won’t get into that, I’ll do it…ah…sorta properly
I say the last P…hmmm…stands for property
Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly
Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife
And you just had to stop and just ”cause he look just as nice
You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away
That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway
You couldn’t be seen with him and honestly you didn’t care
‘Cause in a room behind a door no one but why’all are there
When why’all are finish, why’all can leave and only why’all would know
And then why’all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do’
Now don’t be shocked ”cause if you’re down I want your hands up high
Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride
Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts
You’re now down with a discount
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me)
Who’s down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me)
Who’s down with OPP (All the homies)
This girl ah tried to OPP me
I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner’s that
Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument
She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it
That wasn’t the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling
‘Cause after that she kept on coming back and catchin’ feelings
I said, “Let’s go my girl is coming so you gotta leave”
She said, “Oh no, I love you Treach” I said, “Now child please”
You got’s to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go
I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow
This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn’t have put your heart
‘Cause you know I was OPP, hell from the very start
Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it’s all about
When you get down, you can’t go ’round runnin’ off at the mouth
That’s rule number one in this OPP establishment
You keep your mouth shut and it won’t get back to her or him
Exciting isn’t it, a special kinda business
Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with
Him or her for sure is going to admit it
When OPP comes, damn– skippy I’m with it
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me)
Who’s down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me)
Who’s down with OPP (All the homies)
Break it down!

Composição: Freddie Perren / Alphonso Mizell / Deke Richards / Berry Gordy Jr / Vincent Brown / Anthony Criss / Keir Gist

Clipe de O.P.P., de Naughty by Nature

Vídeo clássico de uma banda igualmente clássica.

 

Still D.R.E., de Dr. Dre – Músicas de Hip Hop

Dr. Dre é um verdadeiro visionário da cena hip hop, sendo produtor de muitos rappers que depois se tornaram famosos, como Eminem. Mas, sua própria carreira também tem pérolas, como “Still D.R.E.”.

Letra de Still D.R.E., de Dr. Dre

Yeah nigga
I’m still fucking with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, ’99 nigga
Guess who’s back
Still doing that shit huh Dre?
(Oh for sho’, check me out)
It’s still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I’ve grown a lot, can’t keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I’m known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I’m on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap’s changed
They wanna know how I feel about it
(If you ain’t up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name
I’m ahead of my game
Still puffing my leafs
Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for life)
Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
Since I left ain’t too much changed, still
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo’s, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo’s, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He’s triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life’s like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke ’til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you’re soaking in your seat
It’s not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truth
Since Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin Cru
I’m still at it
After-mathematics
In the home of drive-by’s and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo’s, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo’s, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
It ain’t nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y’all to vibe with
Whether you’re cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I’m representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still (Hitting them corners on the lo-lo’s girl)
I’ll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back (So if you ain’t up on thangs)
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain’t tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon’ get mine regardless
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo’s, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo’s, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo’s, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
Right back up in ya mothafuckin’ ass, 9-5 plus four pennies!
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog, no stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky icky, ooh wee!
Put it in the air, oh, you’s a fool DR

Composição: Scott Storch / Sean Carter / Melvin Bradford / Andre Young

Clipe de Still D.R.E., de Dr. Dre

Clipe típico dos melhores rappers.

 

Umbrella, de Rihanna – Músicas de Hip Hop

O sucesso de Rihanna realmente é superlativo. Já vendeu mais de 54 milhões de álbuns e 210 milhões de singles, e em 2011 foi considerada a artista de todos os tempos que mais vendeu a nível digital.

Letra de Umbrella, de Rihanna

Uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, Rihanna
Uh huh, uh huh
Good girl gone bad
Uh huh, uh huh
Take three, action
Uh huh, uh huh, ho
No clouds in my stones
Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame
Comin’ down at the Dow Jones
When the clouds come, we gone
We Rocafella
We fly higher than weather
In G5’s or better
You know me
In anticipation for precipitation stack chips for the rainy day
Rain man is back with little Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna, where you at?
You have my heart, and we’ll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines, but you’ll still be my star
Baby, ’cause in the dark
You can’t see shiny cars
And that’s when you need me there
With you I’ll always share
Because
When the sun shines, we shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be your friend
Took an oath that I’m a stick it out ’til the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh
Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh
Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh
Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
These fancy things will never come in between
You’re part of my entity, here for infinity
When the world has took its part
When the world has dealt its cards
If the hand is hard, together we’ll mend your heart
Because
You can run into my arms
It’s okay, don’t be alarmed
(Come into me)
(There’s no distance in between our love)
So I’m gonna let the rain pour
I’ll be all you need and more
Because
It’s raining, raining
Ooh, baby, it’s raining, raining
Baby, come into me
Come into me
It’s raining, raining
Ooh, baby, it’s raining, raining
You can always come into me
Come into me
It’s pouring rain
It’s pouring rain
Come into me
Come into me
It’s pouring rain
It’s pouring rain

Composição: Christopher A. Stewart / Shawn C. Carter / Terius Youngdell Nash / Thaddis Laphonia Harrell

Clipe de Umbrella, de Rihanna

Clipe que fez enorme sucesso.

 

Mockingbird, de Eminem – Músicas de Hip Hop

Certamente, o Eminem foi um rapper que fez muito barulho por um tempo, vendendo milhões, metendo-se em polêmicas e fazendo músicas ótimas como “Mockingbird”.

Letra de Mockingbird, de Eminem

Yeah
I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now
But hey, what daddy always tell you?
Straighten up little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you crying about?
You got me
Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
When I’m gone but I’m trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see you’re sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
‘Cause you’re scared, I ain’t there?
Daddy’s with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddy’s here, no more nightmares
We gonna pull together through it, we gonna do it
Laney uncles crazy, ain’t he?
Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
We’re all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin’ puzzled, in a daze
I know it’s confusing you
Daddy’s always on the move, mamma’s always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
Daddy don’t want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don’t see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it’s just something we have no control over and that’s what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we’ll wake up and this will all just be a dream
Now hush little baby, don’t you cry
Everything’s gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy’s not here right now and we don’t know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma’s gonna be alright
It’s funny
I remember back one year when daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the christmas presents up
And stuck ’em under the tree and said some of ’em were from me
‘Cause daddy couldn’t buy ’em
I’ll never forget that christmas I sat up the whole night crying
‘Cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
And at the time every house that we lived in
Either kept getting broke into and robbed
Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
Tryin’ to start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma’s heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin’ to fall apart
Mom and dad was arguin’ a lot so momma moved back
On the chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
And dad moved back to the other side of 8 mile on Novara
And that’s when daddy went to california with his CD and met Dr. Dre
And flew you and momma out to see me
But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
Then you started seeing daddy on the t.V. And momma didn’t like it
And you and Laney were to young to understand it
Papa was a rollin’ stone, momma developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I’m just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
‘Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I’m sittin’ in this empty house, just reminiscing
Lookin’ at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it’s almost like you’re sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy’s still here
Laney I’m talkin’ to you too, daddy’s still here
I like the sound of that, yeah
It’s got a ring to it don’t it?
Shh, momma’s only gone for the moment
Now hush little baby, don’t you cry
Everything’s gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy’s not here right now and we don’t know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma’s gonna be alright
And if you ask me too
Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
Ima give you the world
Ima buy a diamond ring for you
Ima sing for you
I’ll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don’t sing and that ring don’t shine
Ima break that birdies neck
I’d go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don’t f*** with dad (ha)

Composição: Luis Resto / Marshall Mathers

Clipe de Mockingbird, de Eminem

Vídeo que mostra bem os bastidores dos shows de Eminem.

 

Say Goodbye, de Chris Brown – Músicas de Hip Hop

A despeito das polêmicas que se envolveu, Brown é outro artista de hip hop que atingiu um sucesso absurdo, vendendo vendeu mais de 30 milhões de álbuns em todo o mundo, e mais de 75 milhões de singles.

Letra de Say Goodbye, de Chris Brown

Look
We gotta talk
Dang, I know, I know
But it’s, it’s just some things I gotta get off chest, alright?
Yeah, woo, ooo, woo, ooo, woo, ooo
Listen
Baby, come here and sit down
Let’s talk; I got alot to say
So I guess I’ll start by sayin’ that I love you
But you know this thing ain’t been a walk in the park (for us)
I swear it’ll only take a minute
You’ll understand when I finish, yeah
And I don’t want to see you cry
But I don’t want to be the one to tell you a lie, so
How do you let go when you
You just don’t know what’s on
The other side of the door?
When you’re walking out, talk about it, and
Everything I tried to remember to say
Just went out my head
So I’m a do the best I can to get you to understand
Cause I know!!
There’s never a right time to say goodbye
But I gotta make the first move
Cause if I don’t, you gonna start hating me
Cause I really don’t feel the way I once felt about you
Girl, it’s not you, it’s me
I, I gotta, gotta figure out what I need, oh
There’s never a right time to say goodbye
But we know that we gotta go
Our separate ways
And I know it’s hard, but we gotta do it
It’s kind of killing me
Cause there’s never a right time
A right time to say goodbye
Girl, I know your heart is breaking
And a thousand times I
Found myself asking, “Why? Why?”
Why am I taking so long to say this?
But trust me, girl, I never
Meant to crush your world
And I never thought I would see the day we’d grow apart
And I wanna know…
How do you let go when you
You just don’t know what’s on
The other side of the door?
When you’re walking out, talk about
Girl, I hope you understand
What I’m tryna say
We just can’t go on
Pretending that we get along
Girl, how you not gonna see that I’m hurt?
There’s never a right time to say goodbye
But I gotta make the first move
Cause if I don’t, you gonna start hating me
Cause I really don’t feel the way I once felt about you
Girl, it’s not you, it’s me
I, I gotta, gotta figure out what I need, oh
There’s never a right time to say goodbye
But we know that we gotta go
Our separate ways
And I know it’s hard, but we gotta do it
It’s kind of killing me
Cause there’s never a right time
A right time to say goodbye
Listen to your heart
Girl, you know
We should be apart, baby
I, I just can’t do it
I, I just can’t do it
Listen to your heart
Girl, you know
We should be apart, baby
I, I just can’t do it
And sometimes it makes me wanna cry
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Do you hear me crying?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
There’s never a right time to say goodbye
But I gotta make the first move
Cause if I don’t, you gonna start hating me
Cause I really don’t feel the way I once felt about you
Girl, it’s not you, it’s me
I, I gotta, gotta figure out what I need, oh
There’s never a right time to say goodbye
But we know that we gotta go
Our separate ways
And I know it’s hard, but we gotta do it
It’s kind of killing me
Cause there’s never a right time
A right time to say goodbye
There’s never a right time to say goodbye
But I gotta make the first move
Cause if I don’t, you gonna start hating me
Cause I really don’t feel the way I once felt about you
Girl, it’s not you, it’s me
I, I gotta, gotta figure out what I need, oh
There’s never a right time to say goodbye
But we know that we gotta go
Our separate ways
And I know it’s hard, but we gotta do it
It’s kind of killing me
Cause there’s never a right time
A right time to say goodbye

Composição: Bryan Michael Paul Cox / Kendrick Ashley Jevon Dean / Taurian Adonis Shropshire

Clipe de Say Goodbye, de Chris Brown

Clipe bem condizente com a letra.

 

Nuthin’ But a ‘G’ Thang, de Dr. Dre – Músicas de Hip Hop

O Dr. Dre foi fundamental para a carreira de diversos rappers, entre eles, o polêmico Snoop Doggy, e “Nuthin’ But a ‘G’ Thang” é uma das melhores parcerias entre ambos os artistas.

Letra de Nuthin’ But a ‘G’ Thang, de Dr. Dre

One, two, three and to the four.
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up.
[‘Cause you know we ’bout to rip shit up!]
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble.
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble.

Ain’t nothin’ but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out niggaz so we’re craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don’t try to fade this. [Hell yeah…]

But, uh, back to the lecture at hand.
Perfection is perfected, so I’mma let ’em, understand
From a young G’s perspective.
And before me diggin’ a bitch I have to find a contraceptive.

You never know she could be earnin’ her man,
And learnin’ her man, and at the same time burnin’ her man.
Now you know why I ain’t with that shit, lieutenant:
Ain’t no pussy good enough to get burned while I’m up in it.[Yeah]

And that’s realer than real-deal Holyfield.
And now you hookas and hoes know how I feel.
Well if it’s good enough to give ’em all a proper chunk
I take a small piece of some of that funky stuff.

It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh
It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom…

Well I’m peepin’, and I’m creepin’, and I’m creep-in’.
But I damn near got capped, ’cause my beeper kept beepin’.
Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt,
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt.

You never been on a ride like this before,
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick.
You know, and I know, I flow some old funky shit

To add to my collection. The selection
Symbolizes dope. Take a toke but don’t choke.
If you do, you have no clue
Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do…

It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh
It’s like this, and who gives a phukk about those?
So just chill, till the next episode…

Fallin’ back on that ass. Wit a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin’ funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens.
It’s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G. Why? D O double G ya’ see.

Showin’ much flex when it’s time to wreck a mic.
Pimpin’ hoes and clockin’ a grip like my name was Dolomite.
Yeah, and it don’t quit.
I think they in a mood for some muthaphukkin’ G shit… [Hellyeah…]

So Dre. [What up Dogg?]
Gotta give ’em what they want. [What’s that, G?]
We gotta break ’em off somethin’. [Hell yeah]
And it’s gotta be bumpin’. [City of Compton!]

It’s where it takes place, so we national attention.
Mobbin’ like a mutherphukker, but I ain’t lynchin’.
Droppin’ the funky shit that’s makin’ the sucka niggaz mumble.
When I’m on the mic, it’s like a cookie, they all crumble.

Try to get close, and your ass’ll get smacked.
My muthaphukkin’ homie Doggy Dogg has got my back.
Never let me slip, ’cause if I slip, then I’m slippin’.
But if I got my nine, then you know I’m straight trippin’.

And I’mma continue to put the rap down, put the mac down.
And if your bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down.
Yeah, and you don’t stop.
I told you I’m just like a clock when I tick and I tock.

But I’m never off, always on till the break of dawn.
C – O – M – P – T – O – N and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin’ the shit together.
Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better

Like this, that and this and uh
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh
It’s like this, and who gives a phukk about those?
So just chill, till the next episode.

Composição: Snoop Dogg

Clipe de Nuthin’ But a ‘G’ Thang, de Dr. Dre

Um clipe praticamente documental.

 

Juice, de The notorious B.I.G – Músicas de Hip Hop

The notorious B.I.G foi classificado, pela Billboard, como um dos dez melhores rappers de todos os tempos. Morreu aos 24 anos, assassinado a tiros, provavelmente em retaliação à morte de Tupac Shakur, seu rival.

Letra de Juice, de The notorious B.I.G

(fuck all you hoes) get a grip motherfucker.
Yeah this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I’d never amount to nothin’ to all the people that lived abovethe
Buildings that i was hustlin’ in front of that called the policeon
Me when i was just tryin’ to make some money to feed mydaughters
And all the niggaz in the struggle you know what i’m sayin’?
Uh ha it’s all good baby bay-bee, uh

It was all a dream
I used to read word up magazine
Salt’n’pepa and heavy d up in the limousine
Hangin’ pictures on my wall
Every saturday rap attack, mr. magic, marley marl
I let my tape rock ’til my tape popped
Smokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock
Way back, when i had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember rappin’ duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now i’m in the limelight ’cause i rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
Born filla, the opposite of a winner
Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri
Funkmaster flex, lovebug starsky
I’m blowin’ up like you thought i would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It’s all good
Uh, and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh

You know very well who you are
Don’t let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
’cause you’re the only one i’ll give you good and plenty

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with robin leach
And i’m far from cheap, i smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it’s the brooklyn way
The moet and alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters ’cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin’ stuff
I was too used to packin’ gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear biggie smalls speak
Livin’ life without fear
Puttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl’s ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool ’cause i dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it’s still all good
Uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga

You know very well who you are
Dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
’cause your the only one i’ll give you good and plenty

Super nintendo, sega genesis
When i was dead broke, man i couldn’t picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two g’s flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin’
Celebratin’ every day, no more public housin’
Thinkin’ back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a ac’ with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in the source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right i like the life i live
’cause i went from negative to positive
And it’s all…
(it’s all good)
…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh

You know very well who you are
Dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
’cause your the only one i’ll give you good and plenty

Uh, uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga
Uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh
Representin’ b-town in the house, junior mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight

You know very well who you are
Don’t let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
’cause your the only one i’ll give you good and plenty

Composição: The Notorious B.I.G.

Clipe de Juice, de The notorious B.I.G

Um clipe que manda bem o “recado”.

 

Get Ur Freak On, de Missy Elliott – Músicas de Hip Hop

Bastante conceituada no meio hip hop, Missy Elliott começou a carreira no final dos anos 80, com o grupo de R&B “Sista”. Mas, foi após ir para a carreira solo que o seu nome decolou de vez nas paradas.

Letra de Get Ur Freak On, de Missy Elliott

Head banga, hit me
Hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me
Yeah, hit me
Gimme some new shit, yeah
Gimme some new shit, yeah
Gimme some new shit, yeah
Gimme some new shit
Missy be puttin’ it down
I’m the hottest ’round
I told y’all mother-ooh
Y’all can’t stop me now
Listen to me now
I’m lasting twenty rounds
And if you want me (nigga) then come and get me now
Is you with me now?
Then biggie-biggie-bounce
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather ’round
Now people jump around
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on
Who’s that bitch?
People you don’t know
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What the dealio?
Now what the drilly, yo
If you wanna battle then (nigga) let me know
Holla, gotta feel me son
Let me throw you some
People here I come
Now sweat me when I’m done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on
Quiet!!
Shhh, hush your mouth
Silence when I spit it out, {spit sound} in your face
Open your mouth, give you a taste
Holla, ain’t no stoppin’ me
Copywritten, so don’t copy me
Y’all do it, sloppy-ly
And y’all can’t come close to me
I know you feel me now
I know you hear me loud
I scream it loud and proud
Missy gon’ blow it down
People gon play me now, in and out of town
‘Cause I’m the best around with the crazy style
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on

Composiçãao: Melissa A. Elliott / Missy Elliott / Nelly Furtado / Nelly Kim Furtado / Timothy Mosley / Timothy Z. Mosley

Clipe de Get Ur Freak On, de Missy Elliott

Clipe bastante empoderador dessa grande artista.

 

Colors, de Ice T – Músicas de Hip Hop

Precursor do gangsta rap, Ice T ingressou até mesmo na carreira de ator, quando , em meados de 2000 ele começou a protagonizar o Detective/Sargento Odafin Tutuola da Polícia de Nova Iorque na série da NBC Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.

Letra de Colors, de Ice T

Yo Ease let’s do this
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don’t matter
Sucker die for your life when my shotgun scatters
We gangs of L.A. will never die, just multiply
Colors
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors
You don’t know me, fool
You disown me, cool
I don’t need your assistance, social persistence
Any problem I got I just put my fist in
My life is violent but violent is life
Peace is a dream, reality is a knife
My colors, my honor, my colors, my all
With my colors upon me one soldier stands tall
Tell me what have you left me, what have I got
Last night in cold blood a young brother got shot
My home got jacked, my mother’s on crack
My sister can’t work ’cause her arms show tracks
Madness, insanity, live in profanity
Then some punk claimin’ they’re understandin’ me
Give me a break, what world do you live in
Death is my sect, guess my religion
Colors
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors
My pants are saggin’, braided hair
Suckers stare but I don’t care
My game ain’t knowledge my game’s fear
I’ve no remorse so squares beware
But my true mission is just revenge
You ain’t in my set, you ain’t my friend
Wear the wrong color your life could end
Homocide’s my favorite venge
Colors
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors
So I’ll just walk like a giant police defiant
You’ll say to stop but I’ll say that I can’t
My gangs my family its all that I have
I’m a star, on the walls is my autograph
You don’t like it, so you know where you can go
‘Cause the streets are my stage and terror’s my show
Psychoanalyze tried diagnose me why
It was a your brother the brutally died
But it was mine, so let me define
My territory don’t cross the line
Don’t try to act crazy
‘Cause that shit don’t phase me
If you ran like a punk
It wouldn’t amaze me
‘Cause my colors death
Though we all want peace
But our war won’t end,
Til all wars cease
Colors
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors,
Colors,
Colors,
Colors,
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors

Composição: Richard Jones / Jonathan Rotem / Kisean Anderson / Andre Glenn Charles / Tracy Marrow / Adidja Palmer / Sean Pompey / Jason Harrow

Clipe de Colors, de Ice T

Clipe com cenas do filme “Colors”.

 

Killing Me Softly, de Fugees – Músicas de Hip Hop

O Fugees é muito mais do que o grupo que revelou a talentosíssima Laurin Hill. O grupo possui excelentes discos lançado, onde o hip hop se mescla com outros ritmos, com muito balanço e swing.

Letra de Killing Me Softly, de Fugees

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, to listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he’d found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly, with his words

Composição: Norman GImbel / Charles Fox

Clipe de Killing Me Softly, de Fugees

Clipe pra cima, bastante festivo.

 

B.O.B., de Outkast – Músicas de Hip Hop

O influente Outkast foi um duo de bastante sucesso, que vendeu mais de 20 milhões de cópias de seus sete álbuns, todos eles de extrema qualidade, sendo alçados a condição de astros do estilo de maneira até bem fácil.

Letra de B.O.B., de Outkast

1, 2, 1, 2, 3 yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can’t stop a train
Who want some? Don’t come un-pre-pared
I’ll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin’ us it ain’t gon’ rain
So now we sittin’ in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin’ not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this’ll be the year that we won’t forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin, the fence is
too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell HOT!
Get a life, now they gon’ sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there’s always mo’, OW!
Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Uh-huh
Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Uh-huh
Uno, dos, tres, it’s on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin’ up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, ’bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee’s freestylin’ to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
‘Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
like Janet, planets, Stankonia’s on ya
Movin like Floyd comin’ straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the corridors
Pullin off a belt ’cause a whipping’s in order
Like a three-piece just ‘fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin’ to get the five
I’m a microphone fiend tryin’ to stay alive
When you come to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gon’ ride, hah!
Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Uh-huh
Don’t pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Uh-huh
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P
Bob your head, rag top
(1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)
Po-wer music, electric revival!

Composição: David Sheats / Andre Benjamin / Antwan Patton

Clipe de B.O.B., de Outkast

Clipe bem criativo, ao estilo da dupla.

 

Yeah!

O hip hop continua a mostrar artistas de muita qualidade e talento, mostrando que essa expressão ainda tem muito espaço no mainstream. E, que venham mais rimas explosivas por aí!