Mary J. Blige — Whats the 411?

[Intro: Grand Puba & Pop] 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 [Hook: Grand Puba & Mary J. Blige] 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 [Verse 1: Grand Puba] 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? [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Mary J. Blige] 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 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? [Bridge: Grand Puba & Pop] 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 [Hook: Grand Puba & Mary J. Blige] 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 [Outro: Grand Puba & Pop] 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