What’s the 411? Songtext
von Mary J. Blige feat. Grand Puba
What’s the 411? Songtext
Grand Puba: Hey, yo, yo, Pop, check out that situation right
There yo
Pop: Yeah, what′s the motions man?
GP: Yo honey right there yo
Pop: Yo, the fine amazon, man?
GP: 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
Pop: So show her who's boss man, whatsup?
GP: Yo, big kids style?
Pop: No question, big kids in full effect
GP: Yo, I'm gonna kick the willy bobo, now check it yo
Pop: No question
What′s the 411, hun?
What′s the 411, hun?
I got it goin on, hun
A yo, I got it goin on, hun
What's the 411, hun?
What′s the 411, hun?
I got it goin on
A yo, I got it goin on, hun
Well, I be Puba on this here
The nigga from last year
Girbaud's 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 fancy
Cause I′m horny and nasty
If I see some rugged joint
Then I won't let it pass me
I take no shorts
Let suckas step up and see
I'll flip the script and get harder than Jepoardy
I shot the sherif and the muthafuckin deputy
Test me
Check it
I′m not Keith Sweat but bet that ass
That I can make it last
Skinz turn they head so fast
They end up catching whip lash
If hun′s a monster
I'm Carl Lewis on a 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, hun
A yo, I got it goin on, hun
What's the 411, hun?
What′s the 411, hun?
I got it goin on
A yo, I got it goin on, hun
Yeah, nig, what makes you different from the next nigga
Seen you last week
And you couldn′t even speak
You try to play like Mr. All-of-that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I don't have no time for no wham-bam thank you, ma′am
Ghas me up, get me drunk and hit the the skinz and scram
The same ol' shit you pulled last week on Pam
I′m not havin that, No I'm not havin that
You gotta do alot more and that′s just how it be
I'm Mary Blige and you just aint runnin up in me
I need a man who's lookin out with some security
So come correct with some respect and then we will see
So if you with it, the drop the 7 digits
And I might just give you a call
If you aint with it, then don′t waste you time at all
So what′s the 411, hun?
GP: Eh, yo honey was talkin a little somethin man
Pop: Yo, so what's up, push up man
GP: I′m gonna catch up with it in a minute
Right now see what she talkin about
Pop: So set it straight man
GP: Aight yo, I'll get back wit ya lata g
Pop: Chill
M All my love is all I have
P And Grand Puba′s very special
M All my life I look for you
P And today your dreams come true
M You need me and I need you
P Grand Puba is very special
M Things just seem to do devine
P This is how the two combine
M I know this love was meant to be
P Mary Blige is something kinda special
M Love is life and life is living
You're very special
There yo
Pop: Yeah, what′s the motions man?
GP: Yo honey right there yo
Pop: Yo, the fine amazon, man?
GP: 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
Pop: So show her who's boss man, whatsup?
GP: Yo, big kids style?
Pop: No question, big kids in full effect
GP: Yo, I'm gonna kick the willy bobo, now check it yo
Pop: No question
What′s the 411, hun?
What′s the 411, hun?
I got it goin on, hun
A yo, I got it goin on, hun
What's the 411, hun?
What′s the 411, hun?
I got it goin on
A yo, I got it goin on, hun
Well, I be Puba on this here
The nigga from last year
Girbaud's 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 fancy
Cause I′m horny and nasty
If I see some rugged joint
Then I won't let it pass me
I take no shorts
Let suckas step up and see
I'll flip the script and get harder than Jepoardy
I shot the sherif and the muthafuckin deputy
Test me
Check it
I′m not Keith Sweat but bet that ass
That I can make it last
Skinz turn they head so fast
They end up catching whip lash
If hun′s a monster
I'm Carl Lewis on a 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, hun
A yo, I got it goin on, hun
What's the 411, hun?
What′s the 411, hun?
I got it goin on
A yo, I got it goin on, hun
Yeah, nig, what makes you different from the next nigga
Seen you last week
And you couldn′t even speak
You try to play like Mr. All-of-that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I don't have no time for no wham-bam thank you, ma′am
Ghas me up, get me drunk and hit the the skinz and scram
The same ol' shit you pulled last week on Pam
I′m not havin that, No I'm not havin that
You gotta do alot more and that′s just how it be
I'm Mary Blige and you just aint runnin up in me
I need a man who's lookin out with some security
So come correct with some respect and then we will see
So if you with it, the drop the 7 digits
And I might just give you a call
If you aint with it, then don′t waste you time at all
So what′s the 411, hun?
GP: Eh, yo honey was talkin a little somethin man
Pop: Yo, so what's up, push up man
GP: I′m gonna catch up with it in a minute
Right now see what she talkin about
Pop: So set it straight man
GP: Aight yo, I'll get back wit ya lata g
Pop: Chill
M All my love is all I have
P And Grand Puba′s very special
M All my life I look for you
P And today your dreams come true
M You need me and I need you
P Grand Puba is very special
M Things just seem to do devine
P This is how the two combine
M I know this love was meant to be
P Mary Blige is something kinda special
M Love is life and life is living
You're very special
Writer(s): Marvin Pierce, Le Roy Bonner, Walter Morrison, Norman Napier, Andrew Noland, Marshall Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Gregory Allen Webster, Tony Dofat, Lisa Peters, William Jeffery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com