Featuring: Dr. Dre
Missy Elliott
Justin Timberlake
(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, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
[ Verse 1: Timbaland ]
Let me see them big titties, don't act like you think you
ain't pretty, Break bread if you wanna get wit' me,
all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys Tell ya
boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he
end up in the trunk of my Bentley I am still a
boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper
to deal wit' me Baby girl wanna two step wit' me,
turn around rub ya ass up against me Whoa, lil'
mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow
you're history All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t
miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn
around do the same shit next week Come 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
you And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me Then
me on y'all and y'all on me Menage a trois, menage
a tr-uh-uh)
[ Verse 2: Dr. Dre ]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been
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lookin' fo' She just what I need, black and
Chinese like Sum Yung Ho I 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
invitation Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the
dancin', for back at the mansion and Ain'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
you And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me Then
me on y'all and y'all on me Menage a trois, menage
a tr-uh-uh)
[ Verse 3: Missy Elliott ]
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no
draws In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink
it up Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man
I bet I can make him look When he see the jugs he
wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol'
butt Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs,
legs stick like rims on the truck Take him to the
crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I
like to get buck I don't have to do much to make
you get it up Some young hoe she worth two
dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty
parlors I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy
shots I only buy the bottles Only rich girls, we
only buy the bottles And 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
you And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me Then
me on y'all and y'all on me Menage a trois, menage
a tr-uh-uh) |