(feat. 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 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)