Was Rihanna getting a little tipsy last night?

Christina Millian…how da hell she get put in a category with Beyonce and Rhianna……….you could’ve said Alicia Keys, or CiCi….but Christina who? You might as well had said Mya weren’t to far behind ready to knock a crown off her head……….those albums date back all the way to when now??

Didn’t you get the memo? It isn’t about the music any more. The recording industry is all about image and who you know now. You don’t even need talent.

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HA, well DAYUM. lol!

HEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYyyyyyy….@shauny

*throwing hands in the air*

from makin niggaz so sick
Floss in my 6 with the lex on the wrist
If its murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)
German luger for your ass bitch, deep throated
Know you wanna fill the room cause its platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)

Its all good BAY-beh bAY-BEeeeeh

It was all a DREAM!
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt’n’Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin’ pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock ’til my tape popped
Smokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin’ Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I’m in the limelight ’cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born filla, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It’s all good……(its all good – Puffy)

And if YA DON’T KNOW NOW YA KNOOOOOow (KnoOOw)

You know very WELLLll
who you ARRRrre
Don’t let’em hold you DOWN
REach for the starZ
YOu had em’ ALLLLLl, but not that MANNnnnAY
cuz your the only ONE, I’ll give ya good and PLENTAY-AY

HEEEEeeeeeeeeYYYyyy @Shauny

dats my shyt too!

First things first, I’m Poppa, freaks all the honies
dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin’ money
those the ones I like cause they don’t get nathin’
but penetration, unless it smell like sanitation
garbaage, I turn like doorknobs
heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
however, I stay Gucci down to the socks
rings and watch filled with rocks
and my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
girls pee pee when they see me
navajos creep me in they tee pee
as I lay down laws like Alan Coppet
Stop it – if you think your gonna make a profit
don’t see my ones, don’t see my guns – get it
now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
in two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
I don’t know what the hell’s stoppin ya
I’m clockin ya, Versace shade watchin ya
once ya grin, I’m in game, begin
first I talk about how I dresses this
In diamond necklasses – stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
deeper and deeper, help ya reach the
climax that your man can’t make
call him, tell him you’ll be home real late
now sing the break

(MJB!)
BAAaaaaaaY-ay-BEEEEEe, HEre I aM (here I am aAaaM – FAITH)
ALLLLLLLL I neeeEEEEd iZ ONe moRe CHAAAaaaaance
(one more chance)
I can HEEElp you FIND yourSElf, CUZ you don’t NEEEeeeeed (oh ooh oh – Faith) NOBOoody ELsssssse (one more chance)

I can’t help but like it after a while…you just want to dance, you forget about the substance in the songs….

She danced for REAL….so she wasn’t mad….Halle might be kinda cool huh? LOL!