Biografía:
Nelust Wyclef Jean (nacido el 17 de octubre de 1972 en Croix-des-Bouquets, Haiti) es un rapero y productor haitiano-estadounidense conocido por ser miembro del exitoso trío de hip hop The Fugees.
Con nueve años, Wyclef se mudó a Brooklyn, y en el norte de New Jersey fue cuando él comenzó a tocar la guitarra y a estudiar en un instituto exclusivo para gente de raza negra. En 1987, Jean, su amigo Prakazrel Michel (Pras) y su compañera de clase Lauryn Hill, formaron un grupo llamado Tranzlator Crew, antes de hacerlo como The Fugees.
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Otras canciones:
- If I Was President
- Sweetest Girl
- Two Wrongs
- Wish You Were Here
- 911
- Baby
- Bubblegoose
- Diallo
- Divine Sorrow
- Election Time
- Fast Car
- Gone Till November
- Grateful
- Guantanamera
- Gun Powder
- Heavens In New York
- Knocking On Heavens Door
- Million Voices
- Ne Me Quitte Pas
- Next Generation
- Perfect Gentleman
- Slow Down
- Yele
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
This is the first tab I have ever posted so go easy on it. It does however sound
a little better than the other version that I found. Just listen to the song for
the strum pattern.
Intro: G Bm Em
G Bm
We cry for peace
Em Em
But we live for war
G Bm
We ain’t start the wire taps
Em Em
down in Baltimore
G Bm
Sometimes she love me,
Em Em
sometimes she love me not
G Bm
But let check out his eyes,
Am D
in the inner city Chi’
G Bm
Evil lurks...
Em Em
in the heavenly disguise
G Bm Em Em
I seen two birds crash into two New York giants
G Bm Em Em
I wish Katrina spoke French at the quarter to New Orleans
G Bm
But how we smoke French back, seduced the storm (Okay)
Em Em
told this is your death, please don’t rain on my people
G Bm Em Em
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope
G Bm Em Em
I see the whole world turn into a warzone
G Bm Em Em
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on
G Bm Em Em ....... (You get the idea by now right?)
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle
On the flip side (ay), she shakin’ her back side
That’s the only way tuition gon’ come right
He got a crush on Mary Jane
If you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang
Slow down, young girl
Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun
Slow down somebody gon’ crash
Slow down
young girl
If you livin in the street
You know your livin free
Thugs with the heat, are the coldest ones to meet
We flyin high, but still can’t touch the sky
Everbody’s a gangsta, but no-body wanna die
Nuclear testing, replacin’ the SAT’s
Stem cell research there’s another you another me
With what goes up, must come down,
the laws of gravity
To win at chess, you’ve got to trap the king (Ay) yeahh!!
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope
I see the whole world turn into a warzone
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle
On the flip side (Ay),
she shakin her back side
That’s the only way tuition gonna come right
He got a cursh on mary jane
unless you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang
Slow down, young girl
Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun
Slow down somebody gon’ crash
Slow down (Ay)
Young girl (Okay)
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope
I see the whole world turn into a warzone
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on (Ya)
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle (Ay, Ay)
On the flip side she shakin her back side
That’s the only way tuition gonna come right
He got a crush on mary jane
If you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang (haha)
Slow down (Okay)
Young girl
Keep it real hun, you can keep it real hun
Slow down, somebody gon’ crash (You know you need to)
Slow down, young girl (You know you we used to)
Keep it real hun, keep it real hun
Slow down
I’m gonna let my guitar do the talking now
a little better than the other version that I found. Just listen to the song for
the strum pattern.
Intro: G Bm Em
G Bm
We cry for peace
Em Em
But we live for war
G Bm
We ain’t start the wire taps
Em Em
down in Baltimore
G Bm
Sometimes she love me,
Em Em
sometimes she love me not
G Bm
But let check out his eyes,
Am D
in the inner city Chi’
G Bm
Evil lurks...
Em Em
in the heavenly disguise
G Bm Em Em
I seen two birds crash into two New York giants
G Bm Em Em
I wish Katrina spoke French at the quarter to New Orleans
G Bm
But how we smoke French back, seduced the storm (Okay)
Em Em
told this is your death, please don’t rain on my people
G Bm Em Em
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope
G Bm Em Em
I see the whole world turn into a warzone
G Bm Em Em
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on
G Bm Em Em ....... (You get the idea by now right?)
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle
On the flip side (ay), she shakin’ her back side
That’s the only way tuition gon’ come right
He got a crush on Mary Jane
If you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang
Slow down, young girl
Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun
Slow down somebody gon’ crash
Slow down
young girl
If you livin in the street
You know your livin free
Thugs with the heat, are the coldest ones to meet
We flyin high, but still can’t touch the sky
Everbody’s a gangsta, but no-body wanna die
Nuclear testing, replacin’ the SAT’s
Stem cell research there’s another you another me
With what goes up, must come down,
the laws of gravity
To win at chess, you’ve got to trap the king (Ay) yeahh!!
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope
I see the whole world turn into a warzone
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle
On the flip side (Ay),
she shakin her back side
That’s the only way tuition gonna come right
He got a cursh on mary jane
unless you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang
Slow down, young girl
Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun
Slow down somebody gon’ crash
Slow down (Ay)
Young girl (Okay)
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope
I see the whole world turn into a warzone
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on (Ya)
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle (Ay, Ay)
On the flip side she shakin her back side
That’s the only way tuition gonna come right
He got a crush on mary jane
If you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang (haha)
Slow down (Okay)
Young girl
Keep it real hun, you can keep it real hun
Slow down, somebody gon’ crash (You know you need to)
Slow down, young girl (You know you we used to)
Keep it real hun, keep it real hun
Slow down
I’m gonna let my guitar do the talking now
Xantos
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