Much like the inexorable tank that symbolizes their collective, No Limit keeps producing record after record, moving like that Porche 911 commercial. The strain, showing somewhat on Mia X's double album, is less visible on the 4th album from N'Orleans growling ghetto vet Mystikal, Ghetto Fabulous. That's right -- fourth album, none of which have sold less than gold status. James Brown called and told Mystikal to take a break.

Ghetto Fabulous is a fun album -- it has lots of tracks that are great for dancefloors and driving around to. With a couple of exceptions, none of them are meant to be listened very closely to -- simplistic lyrics and tracks mark the CD, on songs such as "The Stick Up," "Keep It Hype," and "There He Go." When Mystikal does want you to listen -- as he does on the hilarious story rap "I Smell Smoke," he varies his speed and opens up lyrically, giving the listener just a little more and showing why he is the best MC in the entire No Limit camp.

There are some things, however, that will make you wonder. Not because they're bad, no, but because ... well, they're weird. Take "Dirty South, Dirty Jerz" with Naughty by Nature. Treach, at every chorus, becomes possessed by the spirit of Ice Cube, and screams, "Yay yay" as though he were throwing his hands up, twisted into a "W." Or Snoop's appearance on the title track, where he sounds like Pete Rock of old, commenting randomly on things Mystikal said in such an offhanded fashion, you wonder if they left the mic on in the control booth and later just thought it sounded fresh. None of these things are bad they're just ... plain odd.

Overall, Mystikal holds up his end of the tank with valor, never complaining (well not much, unless you caught the off sentence here and there in his recent Rap Pages cover story) and cranking out not just his own albums, but between one to three stellar guest performances, rasping all the way, of every No Limit release. If he gets time to slow down and think one of these days (as well as get away from the monochromatic tones of Beats By The Pound's workable but overdone keyboards and synths), he could actually produce a classic album. For now, bump it in your ride and shake it in the club, and the world will be happy with the Mystikal we have.