---3/7-5-3-2-3-0--------2-------3/7-5-3-2-3-0--------2----- ----------------------3--3-----------------------3--3------ --------------------4-----4---------------------4--4------- ------------------4--------4-------------------5--4-------- -----------------2------------0---------------5------------ -0--------------------------------------------------------- Wyclef Jean сотрудничал с Santana(Maria) и Whitney Houston Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J. I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar You know what I´m sayin´? Yo, fellas havin´ problems with the chicks? I want you right now to turn the lights down low Pull your girl up next to you I want you to sing this to her If death comes for me tonight, girl I want you to know that I love you And no matter how tough I wouldn´t dare Only to you I would reveal my tears So tell the police I ain´t home tonight Messin´ around with you is gonna get me life But when I look into your eyes You´re worth that sacrafice If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about Man, I´m in trouble I´m in real big trouble If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about Man, I´m in trouble I´m in real big trouble I need y´all to do me a favor Someone please call 911 Tell them I just been shot down And the bullet´s in my heart And it´s piercing through my soul Feel my body gettin´ cold Somone please call 911 The alleged assalaint Is my lover And she shot me through my soul Feel my body gettin´ cold So cold Sometimes I feel like I´m a prisoner I think I´m trapped here for a while And every breath I fight to take Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break I told the cops you wasn´t here tonight Messin´ around with me is gonna get you life Oh yeah, yeah But everytime I look into your eyes Then it´s worth the sacrifice If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about Man, we are in trouble You´re in real big trouble If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about I´m in trouble I´m in real big trouble You got anything to say, girl? Someone please call 911 Tell them I just got shot down And it´s piercing through my soul Feel my body getting cold [Wyclef] Someone please call 911 The alleged assalaint Was my lover And she shot me through my soul Feel my body getting cold Wyclef and Mary J. Blige I know you´re feeling me, girl I know you understand