Bounce - Timbaland ( Instrumental )

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Timbaland   Bounce

*Tempo has reached critical level*  
*Tempo has reached critical level*  

Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...  

C'mere girl, c'mere girlz, c'mere girl, bounce  
C'mere girl, c'mere girlz, c'mere girl, bounce  
C'mere girl, c'mere girlz, 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 and (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)  
[ bounce lyrics from


[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 dissappear 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 and (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' 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  
Like a porn star I'm best when I swallow  

[Chorus] - Timbaland and (Justin Timberlake)