Letra de 911 (feat. Mary J. Blige) (Radio Edit)
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary JI serenade the girls With my accoustic guitarWhat I'm sayin?Yo Fellas havin' problems with the chicks?I want you right now To turn the lights down lowPull your girl up next to youI want you to sing this to herIf death comes for me tonight, girlI want you to know that I love youAnd 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 Hey hey 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 favorSomeone please call 911 Pick up the phone yo Tell them I just been shot down And the bullet's, in my heart And it's piercin through my soul I'm losin blood yo Feel my body gettin coldSo cold, so cold Someone please call 911 Pick up the phone yo The alleged assailaint Is five foot one And she shot me through my soul Feel my body gettin coldSo cold Sometimes I feel like a prisoner I think I'm trapped Here for a while But I'm always right Here with you girl And every breath I fight to take Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break Ouhhhhhh 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 OuhouhouhohIf 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 Man I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble You got anything to say, girl?Someone please call 911, yeah yeah Pick up the phone yo Tell them I just got shot down And just got shot down And it's piercin through my soul I'm losin blood yo Feel my body gettin cold Ahhhhhhh Someone please call 911 Can you do that for me The alleged assailaint Was five foot one And she shot me through my soul And he shot me through my heart Feel my body gettin cold He didn't care He didn't worry He didn't wonderWyclef and Mary J. Blige I'm feelin I understandAnd you're doing, what you're doing, doing, doing, doing, yeahhh