It starts with a short intro and the very successful track 'Soul On Ice'. 'Life In California' can not quite keep the level but confident nevertheless. Successful start.
Then it's already over with the glory. The Bangladesh produced 'She Could not Make It On Her Own' and 'Urbanian' are quite annoying ringtone rap. 'Y'All Know How I Am' and 'Too West Coast' come over somehow convulsively. It creates the feeling that too much is squinted to current trends. To make matters worse, that the quality of guest posts is pretty bad, except for the old warhorse toilet. Positive is simply that the tracks with a duration of less than 3 minutes not strain the nerves too long.
From Title 8 of the ice is then until the end of the road solo. Briefly it comes with 'I Rep That West' and 'No Country For Young Men' again uphill. Both solid banger with a cube in good shape. Can travel relaxed man nevertheless not. If the listening pleasure but constantly disturbed by weak songs. 'It Is What It Is' is actually underground. House / mouse rhymes of a legend. The songs can not decide whether they want to be West Coast or Dirty South itself. One common thread is missing unfortunately completely.
The mood can not lift even the in my opinion best track on the album 'Hood Robbin'. Here is painfully clear what this album could have been. Even with 'Your Money Or Your Life' it goes downhill again. The rest of the album is no longer worth mentioning. Only the reclined and relaxed 'Nothing Like LA "stands out positively.
That leaves 5 to 6 good tracks. You can safely spread the cloak of silence over the rest. Below-average album which will bring the West certainly not back to the map.
