That Ludacris is a funny guy. Snaps, the dozens, cracks, or whatever you want to call them – Luda’s third album has gut-busting insults and boasts for days. And, as always, the Atlanta rapper ramps up his punchline potency with explosive enunciation (”BLAH!”). The problem with Chicken-N-Beer is that too many cuts are simply one-note jokes stretched out to three or four minutes.
You can certainly bank on ”Blow It Out” for big laughs. And the minimalist, aptly titled ”Hip-Hop Quotables” packs some pretty witty wordplay (”People think I’m bad, they say, ‘Oh, he’s so evil’/’Cuz I go on blind dates with actual blind people”). But Luda’s more libidinous offerings – ”P-Poppin”’ and ”Teamwork” – are cringeworthy, misogynistic snorefests. The Snoop-featuring ”Hoes in My Room” is an especially excruciating epic with a desperate and lazy denouement.
And while it’s admirable that Ludacris opted against using big-name producers here – Kanye West and Erick Sermon are the album’s highest-caliber beatmakers – the amateurs blow their shot with campy sampling and cartoonish composition. Sure, ”Chicken-N-Beer” can sometimes make you chuckle, but then so did the Fat Boys.