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Timbaland Feat. Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott & Justin Timberlake - Bounce (Extended Version by Michael G)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Timbaland
Timbaland
Vocals
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Vocals
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Vocals
Jerome Harmon
Jerome Harmon
Keyboards
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Vocals
Klein & M.B.O.
Klein & M.B.O.
Sampled Artist
Kraftwerk
Kraftwerk
Sampled Artist
Rose Royce
Rose Royce
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Songwriter
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Tim Clayton
Tim Clayton
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Demacio Castellon
Demacio Castellon
Recording Engineer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Mixing Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robert Reyes
Robert Reyes
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tempo has reached critical level
Tempo has reached critical level
[Verse 2]
Huh, bounce
Ooh, I like you, bounce
[Verse 3]
Come here, girl, come here, girl, come here, girl, bounce
Come here, girl, come here, girl, come here, girl, bounce
Come here, girl, come here, girl, come here, girl, bounce
Come here, girl, come here, girl, let me talk to you
[Verse 4]
Let me see them big titties
Don't act as if you not pretty
Break bread if you wanna get with me
All I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell your boyfriend he better mind his business
'Fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
Opposite of 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
Hit it tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters with that ho shit miss me
I stay strapped, security don't frisk me
Set it off till this motherfucker empty
I turn around, do the same shit next week, come on
[Verse 5]
Bounce, like your ass had the hiccups
Bounce, like we was riding in my pick-up
Bounce, why you looking so sad, baby girl, you need to cheer up
Bounce, I got a remedy, it's you on me, then me on you
Then you on me, then me on you, then you on her
Then her on me, then her on you, then y'all on me
Then me on y'all, then y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a trois
[Verse 6]
Ooh, there she go, just what the Doc's been looking for
She just what I need, black and Chinese like some young ho
I got a bungalow, we can disappear for a week or so, yeah
I got a stadium flow, I'm Super Bowl with it like I'm Dungy, yo
Oh, yes congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry, I'm so demanding
But save the dancing for the 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
[Verse 7]
Bounce, like your ass had the hiccups
Bounce, like we was riding in my pick-up
Bounce, why you looking so sad, baby girl, you need to cheer up
Bounce, I got a remedy, it's you on me, then me on you
Then you on me, then me on you, then you on her
Then her on me, then her on you, then y'all on me
Then me on y'all, then y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a trois
[Verse 8]
Hold up, hell no
Like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers
In the club I drink it up, uh-huh, drink it up
Got Patrón sipping 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
Mhm, big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs
Legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yeah, 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 ho, she worth two dollars
I'm worth more dollars they make at beauty parlors
I pop collars, 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
[Verse 9]
Bounce, like your ass had the hiccups
Bounce, like we was riding in my pick-up
Bounce, why you looking so sad, baby girl, you need to cheer up
Bounce, I got a remedy, it's you on me, then me on you
Then you on me, then me on you, then you on her
Then her on me, then her on you, then y'all on me
Then me on y'all, then y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a trois
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Justin Timberlake, Missy Elliott, Sylvester Jr. Jordan, Tim Clayton, Tim Mosley, Timbaland

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