Bounce

[Intro] (Tempo has reached critical level) (Tempo has reached critical level) [Intro 2: Timbaland] Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here gi-ir-rl [Verse 1: Timbaland] Let me see them big titties Don't be actin' sad-idy you're not pretty Break bread if you wanna get with me All I wanna do is dig up in them kidneys Tell your boyfriend he better mind his business 'Fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley I'm considered a boss, you can't get me You ain't got enough paper to deal with me Baby girl wanna two step with me Turn around with her ass up against me Roll along and got tipsy, hit it tonight, tomorrow you the mystery All you haters on that ho shit miss me I stay strapped, security don't frisk me Fed it off 'til the motherfucker empty I'll turn around and do the same shit next week, come on [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland] (Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups (Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup (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 It's you on me and me on you and you on her And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me And me on y'all and y'all on me Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] There she go, just what the doc's been lookin' for She just what I need, Black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho I got a bungalow, we can disappear for a week or so Yeah, I gotta stadium flow, Superbowl with it like I'm Dungy, yo Oh, yes, congratulations, you run a millionaire invitation Sorry I'm so demanding You can save the dancing for back at the mansion And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem? I kill me, just like you from the back, you'll see [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland] (Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups (Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup (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 It's you on me and me on you and you on her And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me And me on y'all and y'all on me Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Hold up, hell naw, like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers In the club I drink it up, goomp goomp, drink it up Got Patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man? I bet that I could make him love me, oooh When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch Of this big ole butt, mmhmm, big ole butt Thick legs, big ole jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck Take 'em to the crib, yeah, we gon' fuck You could call me a freak, I like to get BUCK, BUCK And I don't have to do much to make him get it up Sum Yung Ho, she worth two dollars I'm worth more dollars than make up beauty parlors I pop collars, ca-ca-ca-ca-collars I don't buy shots, I only buy the bottles Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles But like a porn star, I'm best when I swallow [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland] (Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups (Bounce)like we was ridin' in my pickup (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 It's you on me and me on you and you on her And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me And me on y'all and y'all on me Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh