
Over skittering hip-hop beats and raging, trancey synths, Nelly brags about how brilliant he is before hollering: "Where my party p-party party p-party people at?" on the chorus. Fergie, a performer who continues to offer all the spark of a week-old cauliflower, does the same. This is no disaster, but if Nelly really wants to excite the party people, he needs to come up with something a little less monotonous.

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