Blow My Whistle - duet w\/Utada Hikaru
- Foxy Brown
(Utada Hikaru)Mmm, Oooh, Oh(Foxy Brown)Yeah, Uh, YeahY'all know y'all see us in the Benz or that RoverFresh pair of And 1's, Luis? Pull overWhole city locked, just like I always told you (uh-huh)If it ain't Boogie, believe me, she a rookieYou know how Fox drop it, dig up in they pocketsPussy get lost, treat that nigga like a jump-offThey act shady, this nigga must be crazyMy girls sell units like Michael in the 80's (ugh)(Utada Hikaru)ChorusWhat am I supposed to do, I don't wanna be your referee butAnytime tonight I'm gonna, blow my whistle soonHold my breath, turn blue 'til it's time to be your referee, butLater on tonight I'll let you, blow my whistle too(Utada Hikaru)Cast your vote on meSay that's it for meJust place your bets on meStop gettin' high off of jealousy,whether you are ready or notI'm comin' with all that I got (I got)Then while you decide, we are undefinedMy instincts says I ought to keep you free (I wanna keep you free)And my mother says men besides stability (Oh, is it true?)My Instincts says I ought to keep you freeBut I told you this life exclusively (oh)[Repeat Chorus](Utada Hikaru)Scared to show or tellKeep what you just feltThe secrets to yourselfI'm gettin' tired of mysteries, even though I say they do notThe games you play hurt me a lot (a lot)When there's none to play, will you go or stay?My instincts says I ought to disagreeWhen my mother says men will leave eventually (is it true?)Nothing lasts forever, I agreeBut I wouldn't mind the possibility (Oh)[Repeat Chorus](Foxy Brown)Live from BK, dippin' on the freeway (uh-huh)Visor twisted back with a couple wild cats (Oww!)Bunch of loose goons, Keep the muzzle on 'emWe all 7-tre, who the fuck wan' what? (Iyye!)I numbs 'em like cocaine rawStarvin' like you part of the V-8 this fallHomes, in many places, but I'm Brooklyn's ownBet I, keeps it poppin', keeps they shoulders lockin'Lahdy-Dahdy in the party, nigga,Up ya yen, fuck you lockin' for a pen? I just came to boneReputation ill, stay on chromeI'm like E.T. beotch, no phone homeGavin always told me, Boogie, watch ya paperKeep it low, bubble slow, niggaz, catch the vaporsFoxy Calhoun in the Cadillac blue2 Live, Shawn ain't got no ma's, beotch![Repeat Chorus until fade]
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