Master P’s music sounds the way his No Limit record covers look; loud, dumb, cartoonishly materialistic, but undoubtedly alluring. The late 90s were a high water mark for his brand of questionably self-aware hip-hop, that deployed rubber-banded Benjamins and callipygous women like cluster bombs. The beats are steeped in luxury, aided by Diddy & P’s command of branding and future-forward producers like Timbaland and The Neptunes. But it’s a vision of luxury with mass appeal; press play, and you too can feel like you’re riding on Jay's blades or in Missy’s Jeep (vrooom!)