411

411 Lyrics

[Chorus - 2x]
Why you all in my business
Why you really really want to know the 4-1-1
Is it cause that my game's tight
I can scoop a b**ch and f**k her on the same night

[Verse 1: High Beam]
It was a, Saturday evening bout seven at night
White T, white thongs pockets feeling alright
I got a, call from one of my carmel chicks
She said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate sh*t
Despite the talk of the town, I'ma be there
For 45 minutes when you hear the horn come down
And when she climbed in, I received a kiss and a hug
In a minute take off your shoes on a white persian rug
Wave your number rolling going to get bent
Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent
He had the nerve enough to tap on my glass
But he ain't had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his ass
Is it cause that I'm known to bust
So quick to bump a bad b**ch that y'all known to trust
So when you see me on them thangs in the cadillac truck
Man don't even know me when you see your b**ch in the back or front

[Chorus - 2x]

[Verse 2: Todd Nitty]
Foul, god damn you hagging
Sixteen block my wall you want to block my magic
Now you wondering no what Nitty be doing
While these b**ches trying to find out who am I screwing
And I'm so, sick and tired of the motherf**king gossip
And I'm, sick and tired of the motherf**king coppers
They actually post up at the end of my block
Take a hoe from her spot just for trying to plot

(*cop voice*)

[Todd Nitty]
And I'm like, damn friendly why you all on me
Man I'm out here slanging records sh*t I stopped selling weed
Tell me, are you mad cause you see what I drive
Or are you checking out these broads with the big ass thighs
It be my main b**ch, getting on my last nerves
closest now to the edge from getting kicked to the curb
She got a homegirl, all up in her hair
Maybe they just meant my hair's longer than her's

[Chorus - 2x]

[Twista]
And I'm, sick of them haters that be all in my sh*t
Everytime I turn around somebody always be talking bout Twist
Want to know who got a baby by me, what does he drive, where my tip
Be all in my bidness because they heard that I've been bumping they chick
I ain't no lie, if I scoop your b**ch up
I will, If I get scratch from her
Fold it up, if I tell her bend over
She won't get up, if I give up the bunch
What you need to know fo', you the player po-po
Steady beeking and poking paranoia smoking on too much doe-doe
Creeping all in my bid' no since I first splurged on a Rego
I got birds when I see you, I'm starting to think you work for them people
Hurt 'em when I tell 'em, I think you better ease up, cause everybody
Know you no G when it come to the money put some g's up
Until you hip lock and freeze up, you might as well
Turn around and go like the other way when I see you

[Chorus - 2x]

[High Beam]
See me riding real slick thick and rolling on thangs
Got the misses and the b**ches wanna know my name
They want to know what I'm on
Get the f**k up out of mine homie go on and get your own
Riding slick with the cherry wood grain
In my big boy truck with the candy paint
Why, b**ches giving me brain
I know you want to ball like me but you can't
Stay the f**k up out my business man

[Chorus]