It’s songs like these that make me want to turn off the TV or radio or go to my Ipod. Or file sexual harassment charges. Or hurl a bloody tampon. Yeah, the latter sounds better.

First off, the song title alone just sounds like a cheesy line you hear in the Shadow (my New Yorkers know about this club and probably avoided it). Two people are dancing and guy is damn near raping the woman on the dance floor and says, ”oh, please excuse my hands”. Secondly, come on! This trifecta is not a winner whatsoever. Plies, The Dream and Jamie Foxx? NOOOO! Jamie couldn’t just say no?

What happened, T-Pain and Lil’ Wayne weren’t available? Wait, that’s a good thing! Because they are too busy making their own collaboration album….even if they were available, the song would still remind me of nails on a blackboard.

This is definitely not baby making music whatsoever.

Check out the line I love to hate while you’re at it, “face the wall, you ’bout to get strip searched.” Oh, how sexy. Using your brush with the law experience is really sexy (rolls eyes). At least Plies didn’t say “cavity search”. Haw.