Lil John & The East Side Boyz will never be mistaken for P.E., or 2 Live Crew, or anyone else who might be musically or socially redeeming. There is no imagination, no art, no controversy here. The cover shows Lil Jon and The East Side Boyz with a couple of confederate flags burning behind them. This CD doesn't take off on southern white heritage, however; everyone, regardless of race, color, or heritage, is a muthafucka, bitch, or nigga, and that's only if they like you. Since the lyrics are shout-chanted with no sense of dynamics, for the most part, from one track to another (there is a nice changeup on one tune, a little ditty of the frustrations of premature ejaculation, from the lady's point of view) and the lyrics are along the lines of "Nigga fuck you! Nigga fuck you!" It's hard to tell if you're friend or foe to these guys. Not that it makes much difference, either way.

This stuff is shocking for the first minute or so then rapidly becomes...boring. And the beats? Well, if your 10 year old brother is walking around with extra change in his pockets these days, and no one knows where he got it, I can solve that mystery. He probably sold some beats to Lil Jon. Nope; no matter end of the political spectrum you're on, if you've given up mouth-breathing as an avocation there is not much happening here. Chuck D's music for "Dark Angel," which sounds like he phoned it in compared to anything on IT TAKES A NATION OF MILLIONS... beats anything on PUT YO HOOD UP to hell and back. Actually, the best thing on PUT YO HOOD UP is "Bia Bia Check In," an interlude consisting of a telephone call to a radio station which is more entertaining by half than anything else on here. The rest of the CD, for the most part, sounds like is a series of military march cadences for an army that talks big and bad but is going to get its butt kicked the first time they see combat due to lack of discipline. When it's not boring it's unintentionally funny. Often it's both at the same time You'll laugh yourself to sleep with Lil Jon. Sorry, but this is the most offensive collection of songs since "Gangsta Bitch" and the most boring collection since the last Crash Test Dummies CD. Next time, if Lil John & The Boys get a next time, they hopefully will focus on the music and the lyrics. What we have here, however, is nothing more, or less, than the musical equivalent of armpit farts.