What's the 411?

Ayo yo, pop, yo 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 y'know what I'm sayin'?
But she be tryna act like all of that though, yo
So show what's boss man what's up?
Yo big kid style?
No question, big kid's in full effect, man
Yo I'ma kick the Willie Bobo, then, check it yo (no question)

Ayo what's the 411, hun?
What's the 411, hun?
I got it goin' on, hun
Ayo, I got it goin on, hun
What's the 411, hun?
What's the 411, hun?
I got it goin' on, hun
Ayo, 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 suckers step up and see
I'll flip the script and get harder than Jeopardy
I shot the sheriff
And the motherfuckin' 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 whiplash
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
Ayo, I got it goin on, hun
What's the 411, hun?
What's the 411, hun?
I got it goin' on, hun
Ayo, I got it goin' on, hun

Yeah, nigga
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 want to come to me with some chit-chat
I don't have no time for no "wham-bam thank you, ma'am"
Gas 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 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 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 seven digits
And I might just give you a call
If you ain't with it, then don't waste you time at all
So what's the 411, hun?

Ayo honey was talking a little something man
Yo so wassup, wassup man?
I'ma catch up with it in a minute, right now
See what she talkin' 'bout
So set it straight man
A'ight yo I'll get back wit' you later 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 dreams come true
You need me and I need you
Grand Puba is very special
Things just seem to do divine
This is how the two combines
I know this love was meant to be
Mary Blige is something kinda special
Love is life and life is living (yeah yeah)
You're very special

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, you know it baby

You got it going on wit'a little somethin'
So yo baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Little time, you know spend a little time
Ayo yo Pop, Pop (yeah man)
Check it man
Little resume with that skit, man, you know what I'm sayin'
Got that 411, man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm see what the prognosis is though
Yeah yeah, that Willie Bobo, man
We flowing it all
Let's bounce on there for another minute man
Yeah to the skyline man, we out (we out)