Bounce
(Tempo has reached critical level)(Tempo has reached critical level)
Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
[Verse 1: Timbaland]Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't prettyBreak bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneysTell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my BentleyI am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' meBaby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against meWhoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're historyAll you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk meSet it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next weekCome on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung HoI got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitationSorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion andAin't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no drawsIn the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it upGot Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him lookWhen he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' buttMmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truckTake him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buckI don't have to do much to make you get it upSome young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlorsI pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottlesOnly rich girls, we only buy the bottlesAnd like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)