whats the 411
Hey, yo, yo, Pop, check out that situation right
There yo
Yeah, what's the motions, man?
Yo honey, right there, yo
Yo, the fine amazon, man?
Yeah, yeah, she got it going on and on
Like, you know what I'm sayin?
But, she be tryin' to act like she's all of that though, yo
So show her who's boss man, whatsup?
Yo, big kids style?
No question, big kids in full effect
Yo, I'm gonna kick the Willie Bobo, now check it ,yo
No question
Eh, yo, what's the 411, hun?
What's the 411, hun?
I got it goin' on, hun
Ay, yo, I got it goin' on, hun
What's the 411, hun?
What's the 411, hun?
I got it goin on hun
Ay, yo, I got it goin' on, hun
Well, I be Puba on this chair
The nigga from last year
Girbauds hanging baggy
Tommy Hilfiger top gear
Take no shorts
I'm doin' lovely in all sports
Even swing the pole
At the hole on my golf course
Some say I'm fair, see, cause I'm horny and nasty
If I see some rugged joints then I won't let it pass me
I take no shorts
Let suckers step up to see
I'll flip the script
And get harder than Jeopardy
I shot the sheriff and the mutherfuckin' deputy, test me
Check it, I'm not Keith Sweat
But bet that ass that I can make it last
Skirts turn their head so fast, they end up catching whiplash
If hun's a monster
I'm Carl Lewis on the meter dash
It's Grand Puba, baby, and I'm gettin crazy cash
What's the 411? Let me know, hun
What's the 411?
What's the 411, hun?
What's the 411, hun?
I got it goin' on
Ay, yo, I got it goin' on, hun
Ay, yo, what's the 411, hun?
What's the 411, hun?
I said I got it goin' on
Ay, yo, I got it goin' on
Yeah nigga, what makes ya different from the next nigga?
Seen ya last week and ya couldn't even speak
Ya try ta play like Mr. All of that
But now ya wanna come to me with some chitchat?
I don't have no time for no wam bam thank you ma'am
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit the skins and scram
The same ol' shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm not havin' that, no I'm not havin' that
Ya gotta do a lot more and that's just how it be
I'm Mary Blige and you just ain't runnin' up in me
I need a man whose lookin' out with some security
So come correct with some respect and then we will see
So if you wit it then drop then seven digits
And I might just give you a call
If you ain't wit it then don't waste your time at all
So what's the 411, hun?
Eh, yo honey was talkin a little somethin', man
Yo, so what's up, push up man
I'm gonna catch up with it in a minute
Right now, see what she talkin' about
So set it straight man
Aight yo, I'll get back wit ya lata, G
Chill
All my love is all I have
And Grand Puba's very special
All my life I look for you
And today your dream comes true
You need me and I need you
Grand Puba is very special
Things just seem to do divine
This is how the two combine
I know our love was meant to be
Mary Blige is something kinda special
Love is life and life is living! You're very special
You know it, baby, you got it goin; on a little somethin'
So baby, you know what I'm sayin'? A little time
Spend a little time
Ay, yo, yo Pop, Pop
Yeah man?
Check it man, a little resume with that skit man
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
About that 411, man?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna see what the prognosis is though
Yeah, yeah, that willy bobo man, we flowin' it off
Bounce on her for another day, man
Yeah, take the skyline man