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 [bad word]  dont 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 [bad word] of my Bentley 
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal with me 
Baby girl wanna two step with me, turn [bad word] ya [bad word] 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 sh*t next week [bad word] on  [bad word]  Timbaland, Justin Timberlake] 
Bounce (like your [bad word] 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 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  [bad word]  Timbaland, Justin Timberlake] 
Bounce (like yo' [bad word] 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! [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] star I'm best when I swallow  [bad word]  Timbaland, Justin Timberlake] 
Bounce (like yo' [bad word] 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)

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