Daddy Dollars steps up Craig David’s females-as-flava palette, tasting all the colours of the rainbow in combination with Cee-Lo’s thirst-quenching chorus to a hickory-smoked guitar riff and a jot of crunk’s zig-zagging. Ludacris and Lil Kim realise the David Byrne-scrounging concept isn’t rocket science, happily obliging with the required amount of tastebud double-entendres. A fruity helping of Southern soda pop.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
