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Hikaru Utada Miscellaneous 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-] Hikaru Utada 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 [-Verse 2-] Hikaru Utada 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-] [-Verse 3-] Hikaru Utada 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-] [-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! [-Repeat Chorus until fade-] |
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