To me with some chit-chat
Well, I be Puba on this here
You need me and I need you
Ain't runnin' up in me
If you ain't with it, then don't waste you time at all
What's the 411, hun?
I'm Mary Blige and you just
All my love is all I have
Test me
What's the 411, hun?
The same ol' shit
Take no shorts
Ghas me up, get me drunk
What's the 411, hun?
Different from the next nigga
And I might just give you a call
Tommy Hilfiger top gear
And I'm gettin' crazy cash
I'm Carl Lewis on a meter dash
Then I won't let it pass me
I'll flip the script
Let me know, hun
I'm not havin' that
What's the 411?
But now you wanna come
A yo, I got it goin' on, hun
If hun's a monster
No, I'm not havin' that
Check it
Some say I'm fancy
You pulled last week on Pam
Girbaud's hangin' baggy
I'm not Keith Sweat but bet that ass
So come correct with some respect
What's the 411, hun?
What's the 411, hun?
I got it goin' on
I got it goin' on
And hit the the skinz and scram
Seen you last week
Like Mr. All-of-that
And today your dreams come true
Skinz turn they head so fast
And that's just how it be
What's the 411, hun?
A yo, I got it goin' on, hun
So what's the 411, hun?
And then we will see
If I see some rugged joint
Let suckas step up and see
A yo, I got it goin' on, hun
The nigga from last year
It's Grand Puba baby
And Grand Puba's very special
This is how the two combine
With some security
'Cause I'm horny and nasty
Grand Puba is very special
They end up catchin' whip lash
At the hole on my golf course
And the muthafuckin' deputy
I know this love was meant to be
I got it goin' on, hun
I'm doin' lovely in all sports
And get harder than Jepordy
So if you with it, the drop the 7 digits
And you couldn't even speak
All my life I look for you
What's the 411?
No wham-bam thank you, ma'am
Things just seem to do devine
I don't have no time for
A yo, I got it goin' on, hun
Mary Blige is somethin' kinda special
I need a man who's lookin' out
I got it goin' on, hun
I shot the sheriff
Love is life and life is livin'
You try to play
That I can make it last
Even swing the pole
I take no shorts
You gotta do a lot more
Yeah, nig, what makes you
