Lyrics:
on GP (pump that)
What's the 411, hun? It's PD (say what?)
MJB collabo with the bb (that)
Period, no question, no comma (what?)
You're hearin' this no
called 411 pain, dammit man
Let's go to jamaica for sean paul
Then take it to tally for T-Pain
Mami move that ass like chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty
take 'em back on some "411" shit
Mary!
[Mary J. Blige]
I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
I'm known around the map to always make a comeback
Fucked around and told my plan to the man
Sitting next to the god damn men
How was I to know son
That the nigg' blow with one and told the 4-1-1
it's that other M&M now
How many women feelin' 'em
Somebody call the coronor, quick, Mary you's killin' them
Tell 'em what's the 4-1-1 and who came
other M&M now
How many women feelin' him?
Somebody call the coroner, quick, Mary is killin 'em
Tell 'em what's the 411 and who came runnin'
When Clef
Attention please
Flight 411 from Harlem, New York to Memphis, Tennessee
Now landing at Gate 7
to
You'll hear from everyone
You'll get the 4-1-1
Hey boy, you knew this day would come
'Cause it's a girl's night
It's alright without you
I'm gonna
to
You'll hear from everyone
You'll get the 4-1-1
Hey boy, you knew this day would come
'Cause it's a girl's night
It's alright without you
I'm gonna
niggas leave me open, floatin'
Ask 'em what's the 4-1-1 on all this potent
Suckin' up the love, Doggouse and Mo' Thug
Ken Dawg and doubled'll hustle
(4:11)
We come from a long line of lenders Who get rich just exploiting you spenders But now we just manage our blenders Up, up, up
on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
Will
put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair
keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta why'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
(chorus) {4:11}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
niggas leave me open, floatin'
Ask 'em what's the 4-1-1 on all this potent
Suckin' up the love, Doggouse and Mo' Thug
Ken Dawg and doubled'll hustle
It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts
4:11 gears that really get lost
Safety tubes and I'm not scared
The brakes are good and the tires are fair
to your [Incomprehensible]
But I got my life, and Mary what's the 411?
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, you best ta fuckin' run
Get out the way 'cause my
we like 'em
Das da way we like 'em
Das da way we like 'em
Yo what's up, it's the 411 on the 911 man
Erri uuhh erri erri
And as the Dolomite
'em
Das da way we like 'em
Das da way we like 'em
Das da way we like 'em
Das da way we like 'em
Yo what's up, it's the 411 on the 911 man
Erri
I just got the 411 heard it on the radio from the weatherman
Today there's gonna be no sun
Stormy weather's coming down
Everybody's changing plans
who wannabees
and gonna-beez, burn em down to third degrees
You heard of me, ain't no one checking or serving me
I'll turn your 411 into the 911
Grand Puba
Check the 411, from a smooth operator
Got some pictures of her naked, I'll send them to Un later
Ay Dio mio, mamacita ass bonita
Remind
track blow, like indo through the window
4-1-1 what's the info, I'm all in love with him yo
You say I'm the shit, you say I look good
In every
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