Pitch Perfect 3

It's getting late

to give you up

I took a sip

from my devil cup

And slowly

it's taking over me

Too high, can't come down

It's in the air

and it's all around

Round, round

Do you feel me now?

Break it down

(guttural vocalizing)

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic,

I'm slippin' under

With a taste of

your poison paradise

I'm addicted to you,

don't you know

That you're toxic?

(vocalizing, beatboxing)

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride.

- Freedom.!

- (coughing)

Go, go! Amy!

Amy, let's go! Amy!

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin' now

I think I'm ready now

Now, toxic.

GAIL :
Today's the day.

We're getting her today.

JOHN :
Is your sound equipment

working? Because.

You don't worry

about what I'm doing.

- Oh, my God. She's right there. I got her.

- Shh, shh.

- Here, get in here.

- All right. Got it.

They were world champions.

The winningest a cappella group

of all time.

The Barden Bellas,

an unlikely group of not-men

who somehow managed to win

at something

that didn't have to do

with baking.

- I can hear you guys.

- You know, girlie,

you're this close to being

cut out of this d'aca'mentary.

So close.

You're in the danger zone.

We have security,

and I carry mace.

We're gonna be clinging to you

like mom jeans to a camel toe.

GAIL (laughing):

That's right!

BECA (over speakers):

Stand up, bend it over, boy

- Ooh, ooh

- Stand up

RAPPER :
Give me the beat,

I chew it like bubblegum

- All I wanna see and do

- Pimp-Lo, and I'm back

- With another one

- Get on your feet

- Bend down, yes, Lord

- Come and do it for me

Let me squeeze on that booty

like stress balls

Mm, mm, mm, mm, whoa.

You produced the sh*t out

of his turd-burger.

(chuckling):

Thanks. I mean, it's better.

- Who's that singing?

- Oh, that's me, but we've got time

to get a real singer.

I have a couple thoughts.

- I think it's very.

- Yo. Yo, can we turn this off?

Pimp-Lo, bam, bam, bam.

(chuckling):
I mean,

you have done it again.

- "Bend Over" is so.

- So good.

EVAN :
I feel like my ears

are hearing the future.

- BECA :
Club banger.

- Yeah, I hate it.

I really hate it.

I'm the artist,

and this is my song,

and I feel like

y'all should play my mix.

- Uh! Yeah

- Give me the beat

- I chew it like bubblegum

- Dubble Bubble. Hey.

- Pimp-Lo, and I'm back with another one

- Hey.

Bend down, yes, Lord

Let me squeeze on

that booty like stress balls

- Speaking of balls.

- See?

This is the "Bend Over" the

world needs to be listening to.

- Oh, yeah!

- Uh!

Yeah, um.

(sighs) it's my job

to make you the best little

Pimp-Lo that you can be,

and-and I want to get behind

"Bend Over."

And, as your producer, I would

love it if you could trust me.

I would love it if you leave

my track how it is.

I made your song great, man.

(chuckling):

I think what she means is,

your song was always great.

No, what I mean

is what you gave me

- was a steaming pile of.

- Pimp-Lo!

Okay. There's something

that you should know.

Uh, Beca.

- is on her period.

- Wow.

- Oh, it's shark week? Hot damn.

- Bum-bum.

Y'all keepin' it one hundred.

That's my moms right there.

- You know what it is.

- Mm-hmm.

- Still menstruating? Hmm.

- Okay. - Truth.

EVAN :
If you could just

excuse us for a second.

What are you doing?

How can you take his side?

Sides? Well, we.

Why are we always talking

about sides?

Okay, it's our job, brah.

We're producers.

We bring his vision to life.

(chuckles)

Damn! That's poppin'!

PIMP-LO :

Hey!

I did it.

I finally quit my job.

(chuckles)

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