Just now listening to this booty music classic (don’t ask) I imagined Tracy Morgan shouting:
“It’s your birthday! Get busy! It’s your birthday! Get busy!”
Did somebody say remake?
Haaaayyyy! Go Libra! Go! Go! Go!
Now I’m being just plain lazy:
All hearsay and conjecture, just in time for the weekend.
How about a CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT?
I know I digress, which is especially egregious due to the fact that I haven’t posted lyrics in ages, but I just got riled up. Can I just pay face value for a ticket–I mean, even once?! And I am done spending the night on line, or online, for that matter.
Power to the people.
Lunch has been served.
JB Greasetender is burnt and has left the building.
From Lil’ Mo’s “Superwoman”:
It is fascinating and bizarre and slightly disturbing that Lil’ Mo (in contrast to say, Biggie or Project Pat) manages to use a term, that I think we can agree is somewhat egregious, and make it sound so… well, you just want to sing along. It’s a conundrum.
I know, it’s not Wednesday. I know, I have been skimpy with the hip hop lyrics this week. I know, I have strayed categorically, thematically, and in terms of genre. What can I say? The whole week, it seems I haven’t been myself. I am not making my own decisions. I have been possessed!
I had no choice. The force was too strong.
But seriously, don’t you think this is a good lead-in for the weekend?
