What’s the 411? Mary J. Blige (Ft. Grand Puba)

[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?