T Pain sans Lonely Island

in case you don't make it to the chorus at :35, this is how it go-OES:

go-O, GO-o, go-O, go-O, go-O, GO-o, go-O, go-O.
go-O, GO-o, go-O, go-O, go-O, GO-o, go-O, go-O.

I'm hoping that T-Pain spent less than 30 seconds writing this shit and that Miami spent less than $1000 paying him for it.

And yes, those bitches are wearing hooters hose.