Lyrics What's The 411? (Remix) - Mary J. Blige

Hey yo, what′s the 411, huh?
(What's the 411, huh?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Hey yo, what′s the 411, huh?
(What's the 411, huh?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fucking Patti LaBelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she′d probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Mariah Carey′s kinda scary
Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary?
Them jeans, they fittin' like a glove
I had a crush on you since "Real Love"
Hold your horses
I′ma show you who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm taking no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can′t see B.I.G. with telepathy
The recipe, a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain′t easy but it's always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust 'em one by one
So what′s the 4-1-1, huh?
Hey yo, what′s the 411, huh?
(What's the 411, huh?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Hey yo, what′s the 411, huh?
(What's the 411, huh?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Yeah nigga, what makes you different than the next nigga?
Seen you last week and your black ass couldn′t speak
You try to play like mister 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
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit the skins and scram
The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm not having it, no, I'm not having it
You got to do a lot more and it′s just how it be
I′m Mary Blige and you just ain't running up in me
I need a man who′s looking out with some security
So come correct with some respect, and then we'll see
So if you with it, then drop the 7-digits
And I might just give you a call (Damn)
If you ain′t with it then don't waste your time at all
Biggie Smalls, and you don′t stop
All my love is all I have (Yeah, something to funk to)
And my dreams are very special
(I like the way it's going down)
All my life I've looked for you (Ooh, shit)
And today your dreams come true
(Yeah man, c′mon)
You need me and I need you
(Yeah, I need you)
Love and lust is kinda special
(Yeah, let′s go with that)
Things you seem to do divine
(Do it to me, do it to me)
This is ours to combine
I know our love was meant to be
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love is life and life is living
Yeah, come on, I like
Ah, I like
Yeah, I like
But check this motherfuckers
That was "What's the 4-1-1"
′94 is here
We gonna' have something new for y′all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gonna' have something new for your asses
We gon′ keep it funky
Yeah, it's a Bad Boy thing
Tumblin' Dice, my man Rash′ on the remix tip
Yeah, big shout to the Uptown crew, ugh
To all the people across the nation
Funk Nation that is, that supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes, my man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Big Dre in the house
My man Buttnaked Tim Dawg, ugh
Check it
Jodeci, ugh, rock, rock on, yeah
Dave Hall, yeah, rock, rock on