Ci..........ARA???

Ya girl's lookin' extra hungry in that first pic there.

I guess this whole weight loss thing ain't for me to understand but I know i'm not the only one who remembers how full she was when she first came out.

havin' 5 packs of extra hair on your head ain't helpin' neither.

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Q from 112's Spawn

On cruisin' thru my homie B-Nak's page, I stumbled across this picture of former 112 member Q and his wife along with their son.

Seems jus' like yesterday we were findin' out he was even HAVIN' a baby.

Q's hairline is startin' to look like a culdesac.

and bruh ain't even 40 yet. His son looks a helluva lot like him with out the shades on.

BTW, I hated this 112 album but it was like pullin' permanent teeth to find a decent shot of Q without them cop glasses on his face and this one worked.

In any case, his wife's wig is makin' me itch. Reminds me of Sigmund the Sea Monster.

Don't even act like you ain't never seen that sh** before, back in the day.

Gary Dourdan: A Long Way From Shazaa

Hey remember when actor Gary Dourdan used to play the Rasta excentric Shazaa on A Different World?

He had SO much game.

so can somebody PLEASE explain to me what the f**k happened? I thought he had "fine wine" genes but I guess I was wrong. I know he jus' got out the water and all but his hair is stripped. For the life me, I don't understand the reasoning behind this length. You can't do sh** with that amount of hair, expect mess it up and walk out the house lookin' stupid.

Just cut it off.

Wasted Beauty: He or She Was SO Fine!

Alright so we talked about the attraction deprived suitor who could never get your vote no matter how promising their other stats were, now I wanna talk about those strikingly gorgeous.....yet trifling beauties that have that power to attract, trap and make you crazy.
Allow me to share another one of my f**ked up experiences with y'all.
True story, His government name was Eric, even though he didn't go by that. Half black and hispanic cat I met one summer. Dude was the kinda fine that could make my sinuses clear up if I had a cold. You know them ones so damn naturally pretty that you feel honored to even be in their presence, not once thinkin' about the possibility that all that beauty is out weighed by like, 10 dufflebags full of triflin' bullsh** including a lack of prospects, drive or good credit. Eric looked like Chico Debarge - when he was at his best durin' that Long Time No See album back in 97' and he used to get that alot. I was talkin' to somebody else at the time that I met him but my relationship was heading down towards a severe crash faster than a car who's breaks went out at 90 mph on a iced out road. Over the phone, oh was he forever the hotness. Voice was on hit, conversation second to none, plus he was fine too!? Oh please, couldn't nobody tell me nothin'. I was drunk on his beauty. Didn't dawn on me that at the age of 19 homie still didn't have a car or a job. Day in, day out, my private phone would ring as soon as I came home from work and it would be him, ready to kill some time. We'd ask each other about our days and while mine would include goin' to work, his answer would be "I jus' chilled".
I was too drunk over the beauty that it never dawned on me that I was the one who's phone bill started blowin' up, gettin' bigger and bigger, since he would page me ( yes, page me ) and ask me to call him right back. Like an ass, I always did. Man, my phone bill would come and would be THICK than a mug! Lookin' like the postage on it would run a nigga like $5 dollars or somethin'. Still, I never complained. Oh how I thought I was so special. I'd stay on the phone with him for hours on a daily, goin' to work feelin' like a zombie, survivin' on 2 maybe 3 hours of sleep. He stayed long distance but would never come down to visit, I mean, how could he with no car? He never looked for work but every weeknd, he had a place to go party at.....and get his drink on. Man, when I think back to all the stories he'd come back to tell me, pullin' a Usher confessional at least once a month on my ass, involvin' some random broad or whatever, I look back now and I wonder why did I stick around when I wasn't gettin' nothin' 'cept a big ass phone bill and a starved heart, and I realize I let it go on because he was a trophy for me. I was in aw over his attractiveness that all my thinking faculties froze and I let him ride however he wanted. It took me like 3 years to officially say I was done once I saw things whuddn't fena change. I ended up meeting somebody new, and that new development allowed me to "call it".
To lose one didn't sit well with Eric and he had the nerve to get upset. At that point, I had grown calloused. I was so done with playin' the fool and when he saw I wasn't fena budge and compromise my decision to "stay there and play my position in vain", the communication stopped.
Why do we do that? Put ourselves thru so much inner turmoil over a pretty face? I think Prince mighta said it best, when he said the most beautiful ones, they mess you up you every time.
Damn. That was a long time ago, but when I think about all the money I spent, all the sleep I lost and all the time I wasted, I get mad all over again.
If you ever fell flat on your face for a physical dime, hit me up, let's rap a taste over it.

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Oh & P.S.....I seen that nigga again like 2 years ago and he gained madd weight, still alone, still triflin'. I smirked, kinda like Colonel Taylor does every time he sees a recent shot his ex-wife, Aretha Franklin lookin' like a warn out bean bag chair that's been jumped on too much.

LL's Exit 13 Album Cover

Pretty profound but I love the concept of the title coinciding with this album cover. I never woulda ever thought of having a microphone thrown into a freeway exit. That mic has a crown on it too, just like the one he has tattooed on his arm. That's mighty dog-on significant. I must say, it's gonna be wierd not equating LL with his roots of Def Jam again after this album drops on August 26th. Seems just like it was yesterday he was being introduced on Krush Groove as the 16 year old kid who couldn't live without his radio.

It's also hard to believe that's the same person as that specimen below. Homie's abs look like a damn lobster. Milk sure does a body good.

But He Or She Was Feelin' You Real Hard....

It's that random time again. Lookin' at this gosh awful picture of KRS-One has prompted me to ask you faithful readers out there if you've ever turned down sincere love and affection from somebody who was deeply enamored by you simply because you wasn't feelin' what THEY looked like?
I think we've all been guilty of bein' hella shallow at least ONCE. Somebody that had every other stat that actually turned out to be things you longed for but you jus' couldn't get passed that nose, or that grill, or them lips, or them bi-focals, or that overbite, or that hairstyle, those shoes, them clothes, that breath.
Voice was hot, job was nice, car was fly, credit was good and attitude was great, but despite all, you wasn't tryin' to get down with the get down.
Man, back in the day, I used to have this homeboy named J who I used to hang out with when I bored. We had the best conversations, could talk about anything, laugh and what not. He didn't live in my neighborhood but he would drop everything and come scoop me up if I wanted to get out the house and hang out. If me and friends wanted to go to a party we heard about, he would pick everybody and take us there even if he didn't know the people throwin' the jam. I remember after a few months of playin' that friendship he had the nerve to think he should come strong with his rap. Man, I rolled my eyes so quick. The problem? Dude was built like Baloo from The Jungle Book. His silouette looked just like Grimace from McDonalds. What I look like bein' with that? I woulda got SO clowned. It would have never worked. It's just certain folks that are destined to remain in the "friend zone". I know y'all niggas been there, when you thought to yourself "hell nah" when you were unwarrantly courted despite good stats.

Hit me up, let's rap about it.

Buck & Game Together: It's A Beautiful Thing

My girl Stylerazzi had up some shots of rappers Game & Young Buck together on the set of Game's new video on the set for his song "My Life"

I'm proud to see they're back together again. I'd much rather see rappers unify instead of beef.

The First Thing Outta My Mouth

was "Are you kidding me?"

I had to zero in to see just what the hell I was lookin' at. This is NOT Prince's toe lookin' like porcelain or somethin' fresh off'a Michael Jackson's body.

TMZ said he's wearing nylons but.....with THOSE shoes???

I'm so used to seeing him with an assortment of high heeled boots that it never dawned on me what he might choose to wear in his down time.

Apparently anything that gives him height.

I know it's Prince but i'm mad at the spandex, heavily inappropriate for office work, black pants - some of y'all who work in a office know y'all got a couple of broads that got it twisted when the boss said to come to work in slacks, and they choose to come in pants like this instead.

Prince.

I can't believe the man is 50!

Spitting Image Of Her Mother

According to the homies over at BCK actress Alexis Fields-Jackson ( baby sister of Kim "Tootie" Fields ) is preggers with her first baby.

It never ceases to amaze me how much she looks JUST like their mom - veteran actress Chip Fields, or as she's most remembered as.....Penny's biological iron-clad mom on Good Times!

Fast foward to 7:06 in this throw back video to take a trip down memory lane.

Scene still gives me chills to this day, smh.

"I locked it.....I knew that would be the FIRST place you'd run to".

Chew On It Amongst Yourselves

Kelis is definately a wild card. Her self esteem is second to none but i'ma just be real with it and say this outfit is fu*ked up. Hate me if you want but those who do know they wouldn't be caught out dead wearin' this ensemble. Her pants look like they came from the line of clothing Denise Huxtable was trying to make when she stitched that ugly shirt together for Theo.

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Top 11-15 That Can't Make My Sandwich - part 3

11. George Clinton

- Ok first of all, judging on his attire and the obvious, his HAIR, I can't chance findin' or cold coughin' up multi colored yarn mixed in with my condiments. Ashes from the best weed would be sprinkled ALL over my sandwich. No doubt, he'd be in the kitchen drunk, laid out on the floor with all the ingredients layin' on him and beside him. I'll pass.

12. Aretha Franklin

- Alright, like, I would...if she could get them chi-chi's of hers under control 'cause I know she could probably hook the hell up out of a sandwich, like a southern grandmother could but I can't take the chance that she won't try to put my stuff together while she wearin' spaghetti straps. Her chests looks like 30 pounds of raw stretched pizza dough. Like, if she would wear a grandmother moo-moo with full SUPPORT underneath it, then we can talk, 'cause I don't need them juggs of hers swingin' all over the place, knockin' the bread and lettuce up OFF the counter and what not. And then it's like, her make up would sweatin', meltin' and runnin' ALL in my mustard, right? Not to mention the possibility that she just might eat the sh** up before it makes it to me, tryin' to tell me we ran outta somethin' I know I jus' went to the store to buy the day before. SMH. Nah, man, I'm cool on that.

13. Andre J

- Nigga.....would YOU take a sandwich from him? He'd be way too busy twirlin' and droppin' it like it's hot for no apparent reason instead of puttin' my sandwich together. With them narrow hips of his, there's not tellin' WHERE his hands OR his mouth has been before he came over. I don't need to be arguin' with him over where he got the "special sauce" from neither. He'd be playin' in the mustard, puttin' it on like it was eye shadow, and tryin' to convince me that I should allow him to put "mayonnaise" on the sandwich for his own disgusting pleasure. Uah! I'd have to be starved for 2 weeks like I was Les Straud on Survivorman before I succumb to a sandwich made by this.........thing.

14. Little Richard

- Look. He's another one that would do more arguin' than cookin'. Tellin' me what he AIN'T gon' do and when I tell him he makin' my sandwich all wrong, he'd tell me to "Shut up!". Please! He has way too much make up foundation and eyeliner on to be in somebody kitchen, and not to mention that dead wombat on his head ain't gon' be fastened on right and he no doubt would shed in the stuff. I jus' want a sandwich, I don't need the drama.

15. DMX

......first of all.....have you seen his finger tips....and his toes? His hands look like he been typin' on stone and his toe nails look like prehistoric minerals found aside some Jurassic creature. He would sporadically bark my order out, like he's reciting one of his prayers. I would be uncomfortable at all the drug addict movin' back and forth like he ain't relaxed and he would more than likely attempt to slip some cocaine in between my food and tell me that it's just chopped up coconut and not to worry about it, that it would make me feel good. Cuzz. I'll pass. There's no tellin' WHAT DMX would do to your sandwich. I'm good.

It Ain't Ever Gon' Ennnnd!

So despite her daughter's suicide attempt, Whitney Houston and her cougar ass continues to paw after this nigga right here...Ray-J. I mean, foreal, is it THAT serious!? Crack use or not, you know damn well this nigga's ego goes up higher than a crack head who's been locked in a fully stocked cocaine lab for 3 days in a run-down apartment building, every time he smashes that or steps out with her in public, simply because she's a musical legend. Did anybody happen to catch BET's top 25 heartaches or some crap like that when him and I believe Shar Jackson were hostin' that sh**? Did ANYBODY happen to catch how sarcastically smug he was when he had the pleasure of introducing Bobby Brown & Whitney Houston as the number 1 black break up? Garbage!!! When are they gonna catch somethin' already? It's times like this I wish I could jus' press a delete button and erase both they asses from existance.

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America's Best Dance Crew, Ep 6: Who Went Home?

So I know I'm 3 days late with this review but I do still wanna talk about what happened on this weeks episode of ABDC.

This week's Bring The Beat Challenge involved the stage being transformed into a highchool gym. Each crew was given a theme along with props to match their theme and they had to use the props to make their own sound and beats.

I have to admit that after my partner in crime & the Clyde to my Bonnie, BJ told me ahead of time that Supreme Soul was sent home, I was kinda sour about even watchin' the show myself.

I was devastated to see both them and Super Crew ( again ) in the bottom 2.

This week brought a serious rain cloud over my entire outlook on this season and because of that, I'm not even gonna go into highlights of everybody elses performances in detail.

FANNY PAK

were kids in a P.E. class...

SO REAL CRU

were band members....

BOOGIE BOTS

were basketball bench warmers.....

SUPER CR3W

were basketball players

and lastly, SUPREME SOUL

were Hockey players.....

Those of y'all who watched the show, you know both the bottom 2's performances were by far the best of the night and even though it was obvious, at least for ME, that Super Crew did better than Supreme Soul, I still thought they BOTH gave some awesome performances & I'm still upset they had to go against each other.

The ONE time I don't vote, this is what happens. SMH.
I'll always be in disbelief that this is the performance that ultimately sent them home:



Excuse the fact that the youtube video ain't too clear. MTV was trippin' with their embed code.....

What Else Was She Supposed To Do With It?

I officially stan for Jeffrey ( Sherri Shepherd's son ) so move over Henry!

well folks...it looks like the 'ole Jeffrey is a regular in some beautician's chair. That previous shot of him with his hair all laced up wasn't jus' a one time deal. From the look of things, he's tellin' his hair dresser "I'll see you in 2 weeks" every time he stops by to get his "curls touched up".

That lil nigga got more hair than some of the girls I went to school with and that's pretty bad. Unfortunately, he's a boy and I don't think all that hair is HIS idea, which again, leads us directly back to his mom puttin' him thru the heavy maintenance of upkeeping those locks.

This is vanity on her part. No toddler should have to withstand a hot comb runnin' thru their hair. He should be rough housin' with other little boys his age and makin' messes instead of worryin' about makin' it to his next hair appointment.
If it ain't ONE extreme it's another. It's either a mother who don't give a DAMN about her son's hair or one who's over doin' it. SMH.

Lyte's Been Under The Knife Too.....

Man, I'ma always be a big fan of MC Lyte's and i'm glad she's still out there workin', whether she's narrating Tide commercials, doin' coorespondance work on BET or announcing award ceremonies. Remember when she USED to look like THIS?:

"I AM THE LYTE!"

Don't act like you ain't noticed the difference. I am so mad that she went and got that honker of hers cut. She doesn't look bad but the job is obvious. Why do we have to do this ourselves?

I'll never forget when Michael Jackson had the audacity to want the WORLD to believe he did THIS sh** to his nose so it would "help him breathe better and hit higher notes"

the only thing his nose jobs did was aid in him gasping for more breaths with all the God forsaken "dah's!" on his albums.

I wonder what MC Lyte's excuse was.

Let's Talk About Pep...

So word on the blog is that the carved up face we once knew as Pepa from Salt N Pepa has decided to cash in on tellin' her life story in a book.

According to Real Gossip 101, she's chosen to discuss the following topics:

• Her troubled childhood• Surviving abuse• Her first encounters with Cheryl "Salt" James• Salt-N-Pepa's instant success• Her failed marriages and her escape from domestic abuse• Her "breakup" with Salt and their eventual "reunion"• Her triumphant comeback on the VH1 reality shows The Surreal Life, Fame Games, and The Salt-N-Pepa Show.

Damn all that, I jus' wanna know if Treach was the one who was beatin' her ass. I hope she cuts to the chase about it too.

and you know she ain't gon' talk about why she decided to cut her face up neither. That picture on the cover of the book is heavily dishonest 'cause her midsection is all types of fu*ked up. For further reference, peep exhibit A.

A.

My Apologies

To all y'all who've noticed, ( both visitors & fellow bloggers ) I've been M.I.A. over the last couple of days, peekin' in and outta comments while slackin' on my updates. I had a pretty hectic week since my schedule has changed so the majority of my posting will more or less move towards the evenings instead of the mornings. Good lookin' out on all y'all fools who were willin' to send out a search party to LA for my ass. That's love! I'ma do my best to tied y'all over with somethin' new everyday but please refrain from comin' to the page, suckin' yo' teeth & snarlin' sayin' "she trippin'" all 'cause you might see a virtual tumble weed blow by and a owl give off a single hoot.

That clock up there is exactly what i've been lookin' like ALL week, so bare with me. Thanks and a big shout out to everyone who's contributed to my counter hitting over 10,000 while I've been away! *wipes tears with kleenex*

I'm Mad At His Hair

Can somebody explain why the dumb ass we've all come to know by the name of Sherri Shepherd has had the audacity to allow her 3 year old son to walk around with his hair done like he's a honorary member of the Players Club?

Havin' that baby sit thru a full on wash, press, perm, set and curl.

SMH.

( Shout out to B.Nak! )

Give Me A Break!

Jennifer Hudson KNOW she wanna take that belt off and exhale like a mug! Somebody trapped her midsection with all the tightness they could muster! Lookin' at the unhidden muffin top just below the gold belt, it's obvious there was a fight to get this belt fastened without it's tongue snapping off and putting somebody's eye out. This is takin' this album cover thing too another level.
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I Guess It's Safe To Say...

That after this shot and this old pic below, Madonna's the man in her relationships.

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He Got The Memo!

Well looka here, looka here, looka here! First Bow Wow, then Romeo, then Trey Songz.....wasn't it jus' about a month ago that I sent this memo out to Omarion about those luxurious locks of his? (*winks at Terence, we called it, didn't we?*)

Man! I didn't think i'd live to see this in my life time but i'm actually proud of him although he still looks like he could use another edge up up under that hat of his.

It's gon' take some gettin' used to but once it's nicely faded, I'm sure he'll be just fine as long as he don't spray paint his edges like this.

Good job Omarion.

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Have You Ever Embarrassed Yourself In Front Of A Star?

Some of the homies been wonderin' what's up with the lack of updates so I wanna send y'all a word of apology. A sista's schedule done changed but i'ma try to do better. Gotta take care of y'all. The comments you veterans be leavin' have me strivin' to stay in the game harder than a fallen singer who's time was up over 10 years ago.

Anyway, I wanted to talk about this picture earlier of rapper The Game today but i'm jus' now gettin' around to doin' it.

I'm not sure what exactly he's simulating on the back of this here.....female.....who looks like she's either got down syndrome ( which would confuse me as to why she's even there and ON STAGE doing THAT with HIM ) or she's an excited fan who's thrown all values away just because she's in the presence of a famous person

Have you ever embarrassed yourself in front of a celebrity? Foreal Foreal. Even if you said you NEVER would?

I mean, I ain't never went so far as to get down on the floor and do a old school centipede in front of nobody, get up, grab my pant leg & kick like Michael, only to do a full spin and drop down into a James Brown split, ending the entire charade with a Kid N Play kick and a old B-Boy pose grabbing on to my own elbows as if I was wearing a Kangol.

Neither have I cried and screamed so loud that every tooth in my head showed without me realizin' it neither.

However.......

The worst time I've EVER played myself was almost 10 years ago when me and my homegirl were drivin' thru LA and we were at a stop light in La Dera Heights when actor Merlin Santana rolled up in a black beamer with a gang of dudes in the car with him. We didn't know it was him until he rolled the window down and asked if he could get over into the left lane in front of the car that was in front of us. You know that feelin' when your head starts itchin'? Under arms start itchin' and you're like, do I sit still and act like I don't see him or do I roll down the window, stick my head out like i'm the family dog and show him every bicuspid in my mouth?

Nigga!

Don't think we didn't sweat! Forgive me if I sound like I was jockin' but hell, I adored him on Steve Harvey and everything else he did. So he gets over and ends up in the left turning lane. The light changes and my homegirl drives on foward. I said "what the hell are you doin!? Go back and follow him!" She said "Where!?" I said " It doesn't matter, it's Merlin Santana!"

So we sittin' up there followin' this dude to God knows where and for no good reason at all. We ultimately lost him in traffic but we still played ourselves, in my opinion.

Needless to say, me and my friend were devastated when we learned he was killed on a few blocks away a couple of years later.

We'll always have that memory though.

What about you? Ever played yourself in front of a celeb?

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