Ghetto Postage
Like any good soldier, Master P's got stories to tell. Like a wounded,  slightly delusional veteran, P tells tales that are redundant, preposterous, and  just no fun to listen to.Ghetto Postageis his seventh solo album. More  troublingly, it's the third since his promised retirement to focus on running  his various business interests and improving his basketball game. What three  years ago were novel sounds (thick, quick, brassy funk with a potent bass edge)  and styles  (Tupac-influenced  wheezing and decidedly lumpy flows)--no longer carry much sonic weight. P seems  aware of this, expanding into slightly new territory on the uninspired chick  paean "My Babooski," and the way-too-conceited "'B' I Like," on which he boasts  of his ability to steal women away from their men. After listening toGhetto  Postage, any self-respecting female wouldn't give P the time of day. He  makes everything sound clunky. With his vocals murky like they were recorded  over a pay phone, whatever distinct personality he has is skewered. The only  moment of interest comes on theSnoop Dogg-featuring  "Poppin' Them Collars," which, in true P fashion, bites the latest slang and  claims it as his own. For P and No Limit, the freshest move possible is to hop  on the next bandwagon, now that their own has long since been junked.--Jon  Caramanica