THIS is the first great single from 2004. It’s actually released a week before that Les Ferdinand pap. It’s Sean Paul’s and it’s Great! It’s the 4th single to be lifted off his magnifico 2002 sophomore record ‘Dutty Rock’ and it will indubitably be the 4th to reach the top 5. Well not definitely, because everyone who’s got the album ain’t gonna be buying the single, probably. And loads of people have. And they ain’t stoopid folk, like.

Laying down some fabulously classic dancehall reggae (trumpets & the lot), Sean splutters his lavishly produced rhymes down rather more sporadically here, while the probably beautiful Sasha smoothes over like paté a sensuous melody as if it were the delicate floral fragrance that is splayed across her own silken breast. Mmmm, you want it in yer mouth now. Dontcha.

I was listening to this phatness out of the ultimate boombox located in the ‘back seat’ of my buddy’s fire red MG midget buggy scooter ratmobile. It was blatantly The Tunes that were getting the looks. Cos they was all from men! It felt like summer. So we took our shirts off. And we felt like 2 hotties cruising down Stockport Road. Sexy.

This is gonna be on the new crappy TotP next week because there’s no way that it wouldn’t. Every and each song on this here album is a Winner. Ace on sticks, I tell ya.