Bounce
timbaland; dr. dre; missy elliott; justin timberlake Lyrics


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Huh, bounce, oh, 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

Let me see them big titties
Don't act as if 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 ho shit miss me
I stay strapped, security don't frisk me
Set it off till this muthafucka empty
I turn around, do the same shit next week
Come on

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)

Oh! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
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 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

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)

Hold up! Hell naw!
Like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers
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
Mhm, 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 ho - she worth two dollars
I'm worth more dollars than major 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

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)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Timbaland's song "Bounce" are highly sexualized and objectifying towards women. The song seems to focus on the rapper's pursuit of sexual pleasure and his desire to have multiple partners engage in a threesome with him. He asks women to "bounce," implying a sexual motion, and goes on to describe his sexual desires. The lyrics also contain a lot of references to money, suggesting that Timbaland uses his wealth and power to get what he wants. He also seems to brag about his reputation as a boss and a player, suggesting that he is entitled to have whichever women he desires.


Overall, the lyrics to this song paint a disturbing picture of predatory behavior towards women, relying on objectification, dominance, and disrespect. It is important to note that these kinds of lyrics perpetuate harmful gender stereotypes, normalize sexual assault and harassment, and contribute to a culture of toxic masculinity. It is crucial that we critique and reject these kinds of messages in music and other forms of media, and instead promote healthier and more respectful attitudes towards sexuality and relationships.


Line by Line Meaning

(Tempo has reached critical level)
The tempo of the song has reached a very high level of activity and excitement.


Huh, bounce, oh, I like you, bounce
The artist is excitedly calling out to his audience to bounce with him, showing affection and eagerness.


C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce
The artist is calling out to a girl to come close to him so they can bounce together to the song.


Let me see them big titties
The artist is crudely asking a woman to show him her large breasts.


Don't act as if you ain't pretty
The artist is telling the woman not to pretend she isn't attractive.


Break bread if you wanna get wit' me
In order to be with him, the artist wants the woman to contribute financially.


All I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
The artist wants to have sex with the woman.


Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business
The artist is warning the woman's boyfriend to stay out of his way.


'Fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
The artist is threatening the woman's boyfriend with violence if he doesn't leave him alone.


I am still a boss, he can't hit me
The artist is confident in his own abilities and status, and is not afraid of violence from others.


He ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
The artist feels that the woman's boyfriend is not wealthy enough to match his own level of affluence.


Baby girl, wanna two step wit' me
The artist is inviting the woman to dance the two step with him.


Turn around rub ya ass up against me?
The artist is asking the woman to dance with her backside pressed up against him.


Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy
The artist observes that the woman has had too much to drink, and is inebriated.


And then tonight, tomorrow you're history
The artist is suggesting that a sexual encounter with him would only last for one night, and then the woman would be forgotten.


All you haters wit' that ho shit miss me
The artist is dismissing those who criticize his behavior with women.


I stay strapped, security don't frisk me
The artist carries a weapon on him, but security does not check him for it.


Set it off till this muthafucka empty
The artist is determined to dance and party until the night is over.


I turn around, do the same shit next week
The artist plans to repeat the same activities and behaviors the following week.


Hold up! Hell naw!
The artist suddenly interrupts the song to express his displeasure.


Like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers
The artist reveals that he is not wearing underwear.


In the club I drink it up, gulp, gulp, drink it up
The artist is drinking heavily at the club.


Got Patron sippin' in my cup
The artist is drinking Patron tequila from his cup.


That's ya man, I bet I can make him look
The artist thinks he can easily make another man jealous and look foolish in front of his partner.


When he see the jugs, he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
The artist believes that when a man sees a woman's curves, he will want to touch her buttocks quickly.


Mhm, big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs
The artist is listing physical attributes of women that he finds attractive.


Legs stick like rims on the truck
The artist is attracted to women with slender legs that resemble the shape of car rims.


Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fuck
The artist plans to take a woman back home with him to have sex.


You can call me a freak, I like to get buck
The artist admits to being sexually adventurous and enjoying it.


Some young ho - she worth two dollars
The artist is insulting a woman, calling her a 'young ho' and saying she is not worth much.


I'm worth more dollars than major beauty parlors
The artist believes that he is wealthy and valuable, even more so than a large beauty salon.


I pop collars, c-c-c-collars
The artist is proud of his style and the way he wears his collared shirts.


Only rich girls - we only buy the bottles
The artist suggests that he only spends time and money on wealthy women who can afford expensive bottle service at clubs.


And, like a porn star, I'm best when I swallow
The artist makes a sexually explicit reference, saying that he is good at oral sex and swallowing.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Timothy Clayton, Justin Timberlake, Missy Elliott, Andre Young, Timothy Mosley, Sylvester Jordan, Jr., Sylvester Jordan Jr

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@JOBOWEEZKING

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
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
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)
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
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
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)
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
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)



All comments from YouTube:

@sanzzeeofficiallz7959

M here in 2024! ❤️ And this beat still drives me insane 🙏🏻🫶🏻

@Deathmark987

No, you in 2023

@omartriplett

The song has one of the sickest bass lines I've ever heard in my life.

@skrillaFamMusic

Dre

@toahasunny9462

only one key

@annoyerboka

And timbaland

@mimiperkins793

Wa

@ayramz5029

damn this sounds like it was made in 2030

@queenfaith.321

I love this beat since I heard it from step up the streets!!!! ♡

@greicyuasd1703

SAMEEEEEEEEEEEE

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