Текст песни Foxy Brown - Blow My Whistleduet w/Utada Hikaru
Foxy Brown - Blow My Whistleduet w/Utada Hikaru слова песни
(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]