Songtexte 911 - Radio Edit - Wyclef Jean , Mary J. Blige

Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J

I serenade the girls
With my accoustic guitar

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
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 favor

Someone 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 cold

So 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 cold

So 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
Ouhouhouhoh

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
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 wonder

Wyclef and Mary J. Blige
I'm feelin
I understand

And you're doing, what you're doing, doing, doing, doing, yeahhh