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