There really should be just enough decent talent within the ever-shifting Ruff Ryders’ “family” for them to avoid tainting the air with weak pop trinkets like this, but you know what they say about cooks and broth, don’t you? Whoever let Akon on the boards should put the mike back in his hand and point him toward the door – the beats are as pedestrian as an old lady on a steep incline and the whole thing falls down the gap between the streets and the club. Avoid, no matter who tells you otherwise.
2 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Daddy Bones