At least it's a relatively short song.
Okay, so where to start with Pitbull? He's creepy, he's talentless, he relies on tired gimmicks, and he sounds exactly the same in every song. There. Review over.
Okay, I won't end it there. But seriously, what else is there to say about this guy? He's exactly the same in every song. Here's a song about Pitbull. How awesome he is, how many women he gets, and of course, that scream he always does. Wooooo-oooo! But let's just look at his lyrics anyway.
I have them like Miley Cyrus,
clothes off twerking with my
bras and thongs, timber
Yeah, that's enough.
The only things really worth pointing out about this are the instrumentation and the guest voice, the two things Pitbull tends to change about his songs. He starts off with a twangy harmonica thing, which is at least interesting, And then that new sound is all but completely abandoned in favour of a generic dance beat.
And then there's Ke$ha. Give Pitbull this, he knows Ke$ha's at her least irritating when she sings. Unfortunately, this also makes Ke$ha overshadow Pitbull and become the best part of the song. I guess to be fair, I don't dislike Ke$ha. She does have talent, but she usually wastes it on inane, pointless songs. Here, the lyrics aren't annoying so much as they are generic, but she makes it work.
Really, Ke$ha's part is integral to this song. It saves it from being yet another Pitbull circlejerk session. Not completely, but it helps. Overall, this is one of the better Pitbull songs, but to no one's surprise, not because of Pitbull himself. Keep on picking those guest artists wisely, Mr. Worldwide.
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