This isn't to say, as many have, that Boi's always the thug and Dre's always on the straight-and-narrow; both live in the gray -- where we all live -- and the give-and-take between the two is what makes the record (and their three other excellent records, stretching back to the mid-'90s) -- so engaging. Their politics are right-on -- they tackle stupid drug laws; absentee fathers; the electronic revolution and its effect on the working man (the hilarious quickie skit "Drinkin' Again"); mutually pleasurable humpin' ("I'm a gentleman, I'm gonna satisfy your soul, and then I'm gonna get mine. Like Wimbledon, we go back and forth across the court"); rappers' fucked-up relationship with money and its effect on teen wannabes; and a million other ideas, all smart and quick and, above all, honest. And damn funky, by the way, funky like Sly and the Family Stone, funky like Funkadelic, funky like the Jonzun Crew and Newcleus, funky like Public Enemy. Totally funky. Totally funny. Totally right-on. Stank's the one, even for you bland rockheads who don't care about hip-hop, Stank's the one, as rich as any novel written about the human condition, about race, about life, about struggle, about truth.