Bounce (feat. Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott & Justin Timberlake)

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Tempo has reached critical level
Tempo has reached critical level

Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... 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 girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here girl, let me talk to you

Timbaland:
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity 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 shit 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

Justin Timberlake:
(Bounce) Like your ass had the hiccups.
(Bounce) Like we was riding in my pickup.
(Bounce) Why you looking so sad? Baby Girl, you need to cheer up.
I've got the remedy. It's you on me. Then me on you.
Then you on me. Then me on you. Then you on her.
Then her on me. Then her on you. Then y'all on me.
Then me on y'all. Then y'all on me. Ménage à trois. Ménage à trois.

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 Ho
I got a bungalow, we can disappear 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

Justin Timberlake:
(Bounce) Like your ass had the hiccups.
(Bounce) Like we was riding in my pickup.
(Bounce) Why you looking so sad? Baby Girl, you need to cheer up.
I've got the remedy. It's you on me. Then me on you.
Then you on me. Then me on you. Then you on her.
Then her on me. Then her on you. Then y'all on me.
Then me on y'all. Then y'all on me. Ménage à trois. Ménage à trois.

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

Justin Timberlake:
(Bounce) Like your ass had the hiccups.
(Bounce) Like we was riding in my pickup.
(Bounce) Why you looking so sad? Baby Girl, you need to cheer up.
I've got the remedy. It's you on me. Then me on you.
Then you on me. Then me on you. Then you on her.
Then her on me. Then her on you. Then y'all on me.
Then me on y'all. Then y'all on me. Ménage à trois. Ménage à trois.

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