Chico’s drawl dips it low like Snoop Dogg’s, but even with an arsenal of glossy-beat gangsta cruisers and a healthy South Los Angeles resume-including a 2001 hit with Nate Dogg-C&C don’t ride too much like those other cats from the 213 on their second record. Their jagged cadences span topics from club bluster to beleaguered ghetto life, but the beats are all hotwired synths and polished, high-steppin’ sway, occasionally coming off like a collabo between Dr. Dre and Sticky. Fun game: Every time they spit their signature onomatopoeia, “pssssh,” jack up the hooptie.