Bounce (feat. Dr. Dre, Justin Timberlake and Missy Elliott Lyrics

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're not 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
Hit it 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 muthafucka empty
I turn around do the same shit 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 herTimbaland - Bounce (feat. Dr. Dre, Justin Timberlake and Missy Elliott - http://motolyrics.com/timbaland/bounce-feat-dr-dre-justin-timberlake-and-missy-elliott-lyrics.html
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 disappear for a week or so (Yeah)
I got a stadium 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)

[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' fuck,
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)