Biografia:
Wyclef Jean, nascido em 17 de outubro de 1972 em Croix-des-Bouquets, Haiti, é um rapper e produtor musical norte-americano. Ele é mais conhecido por ter sido membro do trio de hip-hop The Fugees, ao lado de Lauryn Hill e Pras Michel.
Discografia:
- 1997: Faz uma participação com as Destiny's Child, cantando a música "No No No (Part 1)"
- 1997: Wyclef Jean Presents The Carnival Featuring the Refugee All-Stars
- 2000: The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book
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Outras músicas:
- 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
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[Intro]
C# H Am
This is as real as it gets y'all
And it don't get no realer than this
This is as real as it gets y'all, huh
[Verse 1]
C# H
Maybe my mother, coulda been my father
A H
Perhaps it was my sister, probably my brother
Maybe the church, coulda been the street
Perhaps it was the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beats
Maybe the money when I didn't have a dime
Maybe a way out before committing crimes
Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was Pras
Probably the mirror looking dead in my eyes
Coulda been reggae, or the love of hip-hop
Maybe my fans at the show saying don't stop
Probably the struggle of all refugees
Maybe the sign how the diamonds bling-bling, ching-ching
Ring ring, there's a call from my wifey, whoo
Perhaps I gotta make it home but music keep calling me
And maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being
[Chorus]
C# H
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A H
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC
C# H
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
C# H
A preacher's son, first one on the run
A H
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot
C# H
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock
C# H A H
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful
[Verse 2]
Coulda been a crack fiend with no place to go
Lord, oh mighty God, have mercy on my soul
Coulda been Pablo, king of Yayo
Or a pimp with a limp screaming we don't love them hoes
Oh no, God knows, perhaps I was chosen
A source of inspiration for the next generation
And maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being
[Chorus]
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot (shot)
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock)
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful
[Verse 3]
Everybody sing along now
You can make it like I made it
Don't let anyone tell you different
When doors close another door will open
Many have called but my people are chosen
You can make it if I made it
Don't let anyone tell you different
When doors close another door will open, yeah
Many have called but my people are chosen, yeah
[Chorus]
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC (yeah)
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot (shot)
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock)
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful
C# H Am
This is as real as it gets y'all
And it don't get no realer than this
This is as real as it gets y'all, huh
[Verse 1]
C# H
Maybe my mother, coulda been my father
A H
Perhaps it was my sister, probably my brother
Maybe the church, coulda been the street
Perhaps it was the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beats
Maybe the money when I didn't have a dime
Maybe a way out before committing crimes
Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was Pras
Probably the mirror looking dead in my eyes
Coulda been reggae, or the love of hip-hop
Maybe my fans at the show saying don't stop
Probably the struggle of all refugees
Maybe the sign how the diamonds bling-bling, ching-ching
Ring ring, there's a call from my wifey, whoo
Perhaps I gotta make it home but music keep calling me
And maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being
[Chorus]
C# H
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A H
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC
C# H
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
C# H
A preacher's son, first one on the run
A H
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot
C# H
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock
C# H A H
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful
[Verse 2]
Coulda been a crack fiend with no place to go
Lord, oh mighty God, have mercy on my soul
Coulda been Pablo, king of Yayo
Or a pimp with a limp screaming we don't love them hoes
Oh no, God knows, perhaps I was chosen
A source of inspiration for the next generation
And maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being
[Chorus]
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot (shot)
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock)
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful
[Verse 3]
Everybody sing along now
You can make it like I made it
Don't let anyone tell you different
When doors close another door will open
Many have called but my people are chosen
You can make it if I made it
Don't let anyone tell you different
When doors close another door will open, yeah
Many have called but my people are chosen, yeah
[Chorus]
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC (yeah)
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot (shot)
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock)
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful
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