Mary J. Blige, Grand Puba - What's the 411? lyrics

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 goin' on and on like
You know? 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 hey, 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 here
The nigga from last year
Girbauds hangin' 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
Skinz turn their head so fast
They end up catchin' 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 the seven digit's
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?

Hey, 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 somethin' kinda special
Love is life and life is
Livin'! 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 Willie Bobo, man
We flowin' it off
Bounce on her for another day, man
Yeah, take the skyline, man