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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