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!
A E Hm
(I remember playin my guitar in the projects)
A E Hm
Playin in the PJ's
(A product of the environment)
A E Hm
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
(I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood)
A E Hm
Mama
(My dad taught me the American dream, baby)
A E Hm
You can be anything that you wanna be
(If I did it y'all could do it)
A E Hm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A E Hm
Mama, take these guns away from here
A E Hm
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore (Cease fire)
A E Hm
I feel a dark cloud coming over me (So poor, so dark)
A E Hm
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door
(To Biggie Smalls and Tupac)
A E Hm
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(Hip hop, To Freaky Ty and Big Heavy, Lost boy)
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(Yeah, And to the Princess Aaliyah)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(To my brother Big Pun, Terror Squad)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(Oh Lord, Oh Lord)
A E Hm
Would someone take these guns away from here
(Take these guns from the street, Lord)
A E Hm
I can't shoot my brothers, anymore
(I seen a thug cry)
I feel a dark cloud coming over me (Over me, It feels like)
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door
(So sing along street children)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(And to my daddy that passed away
Rest in peace)
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(To the god, Fred Jordan, we're
And put the Fugees on)
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(To my people doin time, We're locked up)
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace)
A E Hm
Please just chi-i-i-ill wit the violence
A E Hm
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
A E Hm
I'm asking y'all please chi-i-i-ill wit the violence
A E Hm
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence (whoa)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(To my people in the Twin Tower)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(And to my soldiers in the Pentagon)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
New York
A E Hm
New York, New York, New York, New York
A
Mama
E Hm
To my people in the streets
A
I'm talkin to you now
E Hm
Please put down your heat (Oh Lord)
A E Hm
To my brothers that's on the corner (Oh God)
A E Hm
Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven's door
(I remember playin my guitar in the projects)
A E Hm
Playin in the PJ's
(A product of the environment)
A E Hm
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
(I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood)
A E Hm
Mama
(My dad taught me the American dream, baby)
A E Hm
You can be anything that you wanna be
(If I did it y'all could do it)
A E Hm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A E Hm
Mama, take these guns away from here
A E Hm
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore (Cease fire)
A E Hm
I feel a dark cloud coming over me (So poor, so dark)
A E Hm
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door
(To Biggie Smalls and Tupac)
A E Hm
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(Hip hop, To Freaky Ty and Big Heavy, Lost boy)
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(Yeah, And to the Princess Aaliyah)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(To my brother Big Pun, Terror Squad)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(Oh Lord, Oh Lord)
A E Hm
Would someone take these guns away from here
(Take these guns from the street, Lord)
A E Hm
I can't shoot my brothers, anymore
(I seen a thug cry)
I feel a dark cloud coming over me (Over me, It feels like)
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door
(So sing along street children)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(And to my daddy that passed away
Rest in peace)
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(To the god, Fred Jordan, we're
And put the Fugees on)
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(To my people doin time, We're locked up)
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace)
A E Hm
Please just chi-i-i-ill wit the violence
A E Hm
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
A E Hm
I'm asking y'all please chi-i-i-ill wit the violence
A E Hm
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence (whoa)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(To my people in the Twin Tower)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
(And to my soldiers in the Pentagon)
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
New York
A E Hm
New York, New York, New York, New York
A
Mama
E Hm
To my people in the streets
A
I'm talkin to you now
E Hm
Please put down your heat (Oh Lord)
A E Hm
To my brothers that's on the corner (Oh God)
A E Hm
Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven's door
Xantos
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