UGK is paid homage on this remake of their classic breakthrough cut, “Pocket Full Of Stones.”

Not a Cedric Gervais cover.

New track form Game as he promised via twitter yesterday for helping somone try to get on Oprah. Check it out and download below.

Game + Yung Joc – “We Do It B.I.G.” (MP3)

Yung Joc has signed a recording deal with Polo Grounds Music/RCA Music Group in addition to a production deal with Battery/Jive Records. The production deal also gives Joc his own imprint, the shockingly named, Swagg Team Entertainment. We totally didn’t see “swag” being included in anything Joc related, ya’ll. Talk about random. Joc is currently working on his new album, Mr. Robinson’s Neighborhood.

So, how many Wayne tracks will leak while he’s away? 52? 365? Here’s the first, a collaboration between Yung Joc and Weezy, as the two spit bullets (literally) over a ridiculous, minimalist track. [Source: XZ]

LISTEN: Yung Joc Feat. Lil Wayne – “Drip”

For the most part, Atlanta’s Joc sticks to the script. Cuts like “Coffee Shop” and “Gettin To Da Money” are representative of a big chunk of the album, generic street tales that don’t break much new ground. That’s equally true for the music as well as the lyrics,  as the backdrop for “Play Your Cards” evokes T.I.’s “What You Know” so strongly that you’d swear it was a tribute.

Fortunately, the success of Joc’s first album – propelled by the runaway hit “It’s Going Down” – allowed him to enlist some high profile help this time out, and the guest stars provide some of the best moments on Hustlenomics. Bun B livens up “I’m A G,” while The Game and Jim Jones help “Cut Throat” send a coast-to-coast warning about crossing the wrong people. Snoop Dogg and Rick Ross turn “Brand New,” an interpolation of The Stylistics’ classic, into something a little more fun than the average stunting boast. And the smoothed-out vibe of “Chevy’s Smile” works thanks to production by Jazze Pha and a verse from Trick Daddy.

As for Joc himself, he gets credit for trying to show some versatility. He tries some introspection on “Momma” and even flips a completely different style on “BYOB.” That’s not to say the experiment succeeds – though the party anthem’s sparse beat helps it stick out from the rest of the album’s production, Joc drops some of his least inspired lyrics here, with lines like “Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year, wood on my steering wheel, put my wood all in her grill.”

That’s okay though, as Yung Joc isn’t out to sell records on the strength of his microphone skills. The real problem with Hustlenomics is that there is no successor to “It’s Going Down,” no surefire club anthem set to be the next big ringtone. Since Joc established himself as a savvy businessman right out the gate, that thought has to bother him a little.

On the intro to the title track, Joc says that he hopes anyone who made it to the end of the album learned something. The answer is probably not, but there’s a decent chance that listeners will be entertained by Joc and his friends, and he’ll have to hope that’s enough to maintain his platinum status. – Nick Tylwalk

   And how could I mention Bush without also mentioning Diddy?  They’re like two peas in a pod.  Name two others who could screw up so many things and still have so much influence?  Who else could ride other people’s coattails to such astonishing heights?  Bush had Cheney and the biggest gang in America (that Grand Ol’ Party), and Diddy had Biggie, Mary, Mase, and all of his artists.  I can’t hate on Diddy’s business hustle, but he’s largely lost his musical Midas touch.  So what does he do?  What every self-respecting, opportunistic businessman would do: copy the hottest thing out and resell it as new. 

     “Yung Joc City” is a cookie-cutter album, not unlike most of what we’ve heard coming from below the Mason-Dixon lately.  That’s not necessarily a bad thing (there’s plenty of fine music of that style, “King” and “Tha Carter II” to name two reviewed by this site), but if you’re gonna follow a hot trend, you have to be noticeably better than everything that’s already out.  That’s where this album falls short.  There’s no real “wow” factor.  Joc can drop some clever rhymes (“Got that micro-soft so they call me Bill Gates, iced links around my neck lookin’ like I build gates”), but they’re few and far between.  He needs to take more risks lyrically in order to distinguish himself, especially since he utilizes a nonchalant, lazy-drawl flow (sound familiar?) that won’t win any “Most Charismatic” awards.  With the climate the way it is, Joc gets lost in the crowd of sound-alikes.