(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)