This party boy knows how to make songs boom. His single ''Tipsy'' hammers a fat breakbeat out of ''We Will Rock You''-style bleacher stomps and claps, while ''Hood Hop'' decorates oozing crunk with barbarian grunts. His rhymes are taunt-heavy (if your car's nicer than his, he smirks at one point, he'll empty a 9mm into your grille), but he undercuts them, cracking his voice and exaggerating his St. Louis slurr. The tough-guy act isn't fooling anyone.

