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 Jepordy 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 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? 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 devine This is how the two combine Mary Blige is something kinda special Love is life and life is living You're very special