Twista - 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**h 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** 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 gla** But he ain't had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his a** Is it cause that I'm known to bust So quick to bump a bad b**h 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**h 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**hes 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** 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 a** thighs It be my main b**h, 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** 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**h 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**hes 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**hes 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)