Not a stunning return from Fiddy, prowling the club with loins on fire. There’s the odd killer line, like comparing his prowess to a packet of M&Ms and describing the atmosphere for pulling “as hot as a tea kettle”. But Scott Storch’s quasi-Oriental production is redundant, and the chorus is too much like 50’s ‘Magic Stick’ tête-à-tête with Lil’ Kim.
2 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
