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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 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 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
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 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)
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