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
