Disco de Chingy: “Powerballin' [Clean] [CD & DVD]”

I didnt want to give this a rating at all, because I honestly didnt know what this was. Is this music? Judging by the cover I assumed it was either a Master P produced disc, or a Master P produced movie. Ching-A-Ling (<---lol) needs to quit.

By the way...does he actually hoot like a owl in that song?

I am sorry but I am a music lover, and although no style of music can be defined as bad there is one that fails to make it into the rule, that is RnB(Good ol' Rythm and Blues was great though). I mean, to the fans of Chingy, let me just ask you one question: what do you respect in that guy? If you admire him so much, then he must inspire you in some way. So what is there to respect?

I mean seriously, just look at the album cover. Like 99% of hip hop/Rnb (the way these two genres merge more and more makes me sick), he has two things to show the world about him: That he has a)money and b)women (probably cos he's got money in the first place) and that seems to make him a very great man according to record sales!

Check out most of the RnB or Rap videos today, its the same: Women,Money,Women,Bling,Women,Rolls Royce. Is there anything respectable in that? I have nothing against either women or money. But I have something against ho's and bling bling. These guys take the most revolting aspects of capitalism and expoloit it to a degree that is just stupid. And the way women are represented is utterly machist and degrading.

Thats all they have to say. No more political message, no more social consciousness, nothing. What used to be the music from the streets is now the music from the bank account. Hip Hop used to be social-orientated, now it is the most tacky and revolting representation of money. What rappers once fought against, these guys have become.

These kinds of guy make me feel more guilty to live in a rich nation while the rest of the planet is starving than GW Bush himself and believe me, I can't stand the guy.

Yes, you heard that correctly. Even worse than 50 Cent, G-Unit, The Game, Juvenile, and all these other worthless bling rappers that MTV shows. Hell, this doesn't even qualify as music as far as I'm concerned.

Take a look at the cover of this album: You've got Chingy, decked out in his bling, with 2 of his "hoes" and 2 fancy-ass cars behind him. Next to the oversize "Chingy" logo, there are several $100 bills. Congragulations Chingy, you've just nailed all 4 essentials of bad rap music right on the head. And that's only the friggin' cover! The actual album hasn't even begun!

I'm not really going to give any reviews of the songs, because all of them except "Don't Worry" can be summed up with the following description:

As was the case with the cover of the album, imagine every negative stereotype about rap: Cars, bitches, bling, money, etc... Now imagine the most obnoxious, high-pitched rapping you can think of, unimaginitave beats, and lyrics made by a 6th grade MTV-whore piled on top of that concept. Have guest artists appear on so many of the tracks, that it becomes less a Chingy album, and more of a "bling rap" compilation disc. Include "skits" that leave the listener laughing at how "funny" (not) they are, and *cash register sound* *Chk-CHING!* You have Chingy's "Powerballin".

Look, I'm not really a rap fan or anything, but if you want REAL rap, you should check out some old school or underground rap like N.W.A., Public Enemy, Talib Kweli, or Binary Star. Each one of the above are miles ahead of this trash.

What is the world coming to when clowns like Chingy become popular and REAL musicians are shunned by the radio and commercial success? -_- *sigh*

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FORGET "BEHIND THE MUSIC", CHINGY'S GONNA BE ON VH-1'S "BEHIND THE COUNTER AT McDONALD'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In that one sentence, I was more creative than Dingy was on his whole CD. There are several problems with this CD. One, he has other featured artists on 10 of his tracks. What's wrong Chadingy, can't do anything without help? Second, the title. If you want powerballin, you go back to the film of my Omaha Burke days where I straight took the rock to the rack at 7-2. Third, nice album cover. Hey, look at me, Ize got ice and women who really like me!!!

I was so powerballin in the big O back in the late 80s, it was sick. Not only was I the best 7 foot white center in the metro, I had an attitude that even Judge Judy could stop. I was a mean, lean ballin machine. I also recorded rap albums with my teammates. Our best was, "Hey Millard South, What up". We totally faced them like a cheerleader that a dork would ask to prom. So, Challadingy, step off and go play candyland with your 10 year old counterparts.