These kids nowadays don't even know a Yo-Yo the toy, let alone the rapper. They think Queen Latifah is just that ghetto chick from that movie with that old white guy who scored her own talk show. They don't even know Khadijah.
These kids nowadays don't even know a Yo-Yo the toy, let alone the rapper. They think Queen Latifah is just that ghetto chick from that movie with that old white guy who scored her own talk show. They don't even know Khadijah.
Big teef, huh, I'm out.
Funny. I'm watching Living Single right now as we type.
I feel like 10 years from now on a Where is He Now? special, we'll see Bieber as a recovering methhead with rotting teeth and an aged gaunt face. Macaulay Culkin teas.
I am not giving a single major prediction for Dalai. Y'all will NOT get me like you got the monsters during ARTPOP's first week (and second, third, and pretty much everyone after that).
I'm ready for the BEP to return to pop music and usher in a new trend. They beter serve us an updated version of their "Monkey Business" sound. Like I said a few days ago, My Humps is one of the best songs of all time. Ain't nobody else doing it.