(Utada Hikaru)      Mmm, Oooh, Oh      (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)      (Utada Hikaru)Chorus      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      (Utada Hikaru)      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]      (Utada Hikaru)      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]      (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]