Timbaland Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 14:42

Bounce

(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

[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

[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)

[Dr. Dre]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' foShe 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

[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)

[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

[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)

Timbaland

06.09.08, 14:42	#7 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Bounce Bounce (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 [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 sht miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me Set it off 'til this muthafuka empty, I turn around do the same sht next week Come on [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) [Dr. Dre] OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' foShe 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 [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) [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' fuk, 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 [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) Timbaland