What's The 411? (Explicit)

作曲 : Tony Dofat/Lisa Peters/Leroy Bonner/William Jeffrey/Marshall Jones/Juni Morrison/Marvin Pierce/Ralph Middlebrooks/Gregory A. Webster/Norman Bruce Napier/Andrew Noland

作詞 : Tony Dofat/Lisa Peters/Leroy Bonner/William Jeffrey/Marshall Jones/Juni Morrison/Marvin Pierce/Ralph Middlebrooks/Gregory A. Webster/Norman Bruce Napier/Andrew Noland

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 muther****in' 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' **** 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