Blow My Whistle - Duet W/utada Hikaru Lyrics - Foxy Brown

(Utada Hikaru) 

Mmm, Oooh, Oh 

(Foxy Brown) 

Yeah, Uh, Yeah 

Y'all know y'all see us in the Benz or that Rover 

Fresh pair of And 1's, Luis? Pull over 

Whole city locked, just like I always told you (uh-huh) 

If it ain't Boogie, believe me, she a rookie 

You know how Fox drop it, dig up in they pockets 

Pussy get lost, treat that nigga like a jump-off 

They act shady, this nigga must be crazy 

My girls sell units like Michael in the 80's (ugh) 

(Utada Hikaru)Chorus 

What am I supposed to do, I don't wanna be your referee but 

Anytime tonight I'm gonna, blow my whistle soon 

Hold my breath, turn blue 'til it's time to be your referee, but 

Later on tonight I'll let you, blow my whistle too 

(Utada Hikaru) 

Cast your vote on me 

Say that's it for me 

Just place your bets on me 

Stop gettin' high off of jealousy, 

whether you are ready or not 

I'm comin' with all that I got (I got) 

Then while you decide, we are undefined 

My 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 free 

But I told you this life exclusively (oh) 

[Repeat Chorus] 

(Utada Hikaru) 

Scared to show or tell 

Keep what you just felt 

The secrets to yourself 

I'm gettin' tired of mysteries, even though I say they do not 

The 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 disagree 

When my mother says men will leave eventually (is it true?) 

Nothing lasts forever, I agree 

But 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 'em 

We all 7-tre, who the fuck wan' what? (Iyye!) 

I numbs 'em like cocaine raw 

Starvin' like you part of the V-8 this fall 

Homes, in many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Bet 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 bone 

Reputation ill, stay on chrome 

I'm like E.T. beotch, no phone home 

Gavin always told me, Boogie, watch ya paper 

Keep it low, bubble slow, niggaz, catch the vapors 

Foxy Calhoun in the Cadillac blue 

2 Live, Shawn ain't got no ma's, beotch! 

[Repeat Chorus until fade]