Blow My Whistle

Intro - Hikaru Utada)

Mmm, Oooh, Oh

(Verse 1 - 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)

CHORUS:

What am I supposed to do

I don´t want to be your referee

But anytime tonight I´m gonna

Blow my whistle soon

Hold my breath turn blue

Till it´s time to be your referee

Later on tonight I´ll let you

Blow my whistle too

(Verse 2 - Hikaru Utada)

Cast your vote on me

Save that seat for me

Just place your bets on me

Stop gettin´ high of of jealousy

Whether you are ready or not

I´m coming with all that I´ve got

Then while you decide

We are undefined

My instinct says I ought to keep you free

And my mother says men dislike stability

My instinct says I ought to keep you free

But I don´t dislike exclusivity

CHORUS:

What am I supposed to do

I don´t want to be your referee

But anytime tonight I´m gonna

Blow my whistle soon

Hold my breath turn blue

Till it´s time to be your referee

Later on tonight I´ll let you

Blow my whistle too

(Verse 3 - Hikaru Utada)

Scared to show or tell

Keep what you just felt

A secret to yourself

I´m gettin´ tired of mysteries

Even though I say they do not

The games you play hurt me a lot

When there´s none to play

Will you go or stay

My instinct says I ought to disagree

When my mother says men will leave eventually

Nothin lasts forever I agree

But I wouldn´t mind the possibility

CHORUS:

What am I supposed to do

I don´t want to be your referee

But anytime tonight I´m gonna

Blow my whistle soon

Hold my breath turn blue

Till it´s time to be your referee

Later on tonight I´ll let you

Blow my whistle too

(Verse 4 - 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!

CHORUS:

What am I supposed to do

I don´t want to be your referee

But anytime tonight I´m gonna

Blow my whistle soon

Hold my breath turn blue

Till it´s time to be your referee

Later on tonight I´ll let you

Blow my whistle too