Timbaland

(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, dont 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 with me
Baby girl wanna two step with 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 your 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