If you're over 21, file souljaboytellem.com under guilty pleasures. If you're younger, let it rip without reservation. Either way, don't diss the man for acting his age: at 17, Soulja tells it like it is, whether he's heaping praise on the handheld device that saved a song he thought up on the fly (see "Sidekick") or haranguing pointlessly over his poor grades (see "Report Card"). Granted, by the time you reach the self-explanatory song, "Booty Meat," three-quarters into the disc, there's a chance you'll have had your fill of Soulja's often raunchy, always juvenile stream-of-consciousness, but so what. The first several tracks, including radio staple "Crank That (Soulja Boy)," satisfy a need for the light and the loopy (witness the lyric "So get out my face, you doo-doo head dummy" on "Yahhh!"), and the production throughout, with help from Collipark, is likably loose--to tune in is to get hit over the head with infectious hooks and down-bottom beats. Mostly, this is a prime example of what an ATL-derived dance-party disc--not a proper hip-hop one--ought to sound like. Buy it with no bigger expectations and you (or "yoouuuuuuu," as Soulja would have it) won't be disappointed. --Tammy La Gorce