Sunday, April 26, 2009

this here is some truthful shit

Heeeeeeyyyyyyy gworrrrrllllllllssss!

Haven't posted in a while. So ima do it now. Let's go!

Exams are finished, which means school is TRULY finished now. Summer. Summer. Summer. Summer. Fuck yes.

It was snowing today. It's April 26. Don't worry about it. We live in the Arctic. Don't worry about it.

Ern is going to Cuba soon, y'all!!! Zis is very good. He make trip for berezday. Is very good.

Something I'd like to get off my chest: I don't get the Pussycat Dolls. I mean, I like them and whatnot. They aight. But I don't GET them...juno? Like, do they not realize that the band could be called Nicole Scherzinger and Some Other Hoes and there would be virtually no difference?? How do the other girls put up with this? And their music videos have been getting ridiculous. The other girls aren't even attempting to look like they're singing in them anymore. They just dance and Nicole sings (well, except for that black one, who sometimes sings but when she does it's only the "whoaoaaohs") Seriously go watch their Bottle Pop video. It's retarded. Like, what? It don't make no sense!!

Nathan Richards is in New York right now. Betch.

Can we talk about Drake please? Thank you. He is...ima not even have words for this man. Saba knows. Shema understand. He's the kinda brother that you just...lose yourself over, you know?! Kay kay, here's some Drake for y'all "Brand New"

PEACE

my knee hurts

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

art history



I
CAN'T
STUDY
ANYMORE
!!!

Monday, April 20, 2009

pump it up

My 21st birthday week is May 18-25... in Cuba!
I gotta get in beach shape, y'all!
l'inspiration:

Sunday, April 19, 2009

SABA,

ISTHATCHU!?

Saturday, April 18, 2009

FINAL EXAMS














FML.
- 4,000 word research paper. Check. (which I just finished, so sankyu)
- 2,000 word last-minute WHY-WHY-WHY sociology paper. Check.
- 4 final exams in 3 days on top of this bull ish. Check.
Exams are re re.
That is all.
Peace.

PS: Good Luck to all my peoples. Except, basically all of you (minus myself and Gloria) have one or two exams left. Maybe three. Boo-fucking-hoo. haha

Friday, April 17, 2009

hiatus

we probably should have told you, ALL of you readers (cause im sure there is at least like 1 besides ourselves) that we are in exams and therefore we are on a bit of a hiatus. but only for like one more week. so suck it up and watch this bitch.

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Sunday, April 12, 2009

I'm not loving you way I wanted to

Ehren and Saba have mentioned fame in their last blogdates. And can I just say, I COMPLETELY agree with the Jesse McCartney thing. Hema need to be famous, y'all! He makes good songs. Like, surprisingly good songs. Slash he co-wrote "Bleeding Love"...the fuck!? Boy's a GENIUS.

Moving on, I'm going to use this post to rant about people who aren't famous enough. Case in point - Marques Houston. Umm, why is he not famous? I have no freaking clue! He dances, he sings, hell he's even been in some movies (keep in mind, these movies were terrible, but still.) Ehren and myself appreciate his music, but sometimes I feel like we're the only ones! You know who else isn't famous enough? Mya. Do y'all remember her? No? DIDN'T THINK SO. She even had a song with Lil Wayne somewhat recently, called Lock U Down. People, if a song with Lil flippin Wayne can't shoot you into fame, then NOTHING WILL. It's sad, really.

This post is making me upset now. Ima stop. So I'll leave y'all with a mashup of two people who are probably too famous. "Disturbia Lockdown" Enjoy!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

=O

Famous but Not.

although i have already mentioned the death of adam, 88 keys latest album i suspect SOME of you have yet to download/buy it. NOT COOL.

on another note, we should chat about this whole "you can be whatever you wanna be" crap we tell kids, cause you cant. not everyone is destined to be like really REALLY famous.


ie. bilal.
sorry b, its not happening.

its cool though, his background falsetto vocals are dope.

ANYWAYS here is an example of what you are missing if you are not listening to the 88 keys album.

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Jesse McCartney

I am gonna say it.
HE IS GOOD. Since he has shed his Disney image and has slightly moved into R&B territory, this kid is putting out some good shit! (though I am not going to lie, I was a fan of "Beautiful Soul" haha). Key tracks: "How Do You Sleep", "It's Over", and now "Crash & Burn" which let me tell you, Gloria and I are addicted to. It's kind of ridiculous. Even "Leavin'" was catchy. And his cover of T-Pain's "Buy You a Drank" is actually pantie-removing material. Basically, what I am trying to say is, this kid needs to be super-famed, not just 14-year-old-white-girl famed, and then he can replace the hole that Chris Brown should never step back into. I am not kidding. I am endorsing this fully. Call your people, Gloria. Heck, I even conceptualized the music video for his latest single haha.
Here is a lyric snippet from "Crash & Burn":
We been movin too fast, baby with no where to go
Every chance we have just seems to go up in smoke
Send a SOS yeah cuz we 'bout to choke
This flight could go down...
Crash & Burn!
And here is his T-Pain Cover:

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I can see you breathless

"thats just the way it is, things will never be the same... that's just the way it is...ohhh yeah"

Now that that's out of way! Stephen was wrong when he said that Britney didn't say anything outrageous at the concert on Monday. She did in fact, say something ridiculous. 

fast forward to 7:00


also, it's the last day of classes, BETCHES!!!!!
haaaay gworl!

Saba: Huh?
Gloria: Nothing gworl!
Saba: Are you quoting me bitch?
Ehren: NO!

Am I right?
Me and Ehren are laughing evilly...is that a word, gworl? It is nooooooow! Evilly. Urban dictionary that shit, y'all.

PEACE

Monday, April 6, 2009

gagagaga

for stephen. you know, mr. spears
(britney's in town, y'all)

Sunday, April 5, 2009

http://www.myspace.com/unimuzik



okay b's ima tell you. so i was watching a video of 88 keys cd release party for the death of adam (ps. GREAT album, download or buy right now, like stop reading this and handle it) and this one dude appears repping his crew called U-N-I, he called himself Y-O.

and the whole time he was talking i was like this dude, he is totally habesha(ethiopian or eritrean), gworl he has to be...cause he looked like habesha people when they drink, like eyes barely open and yellowed.

so i hunt that shit and discover that they are pretty good, really good.

and that the man called Y-O is named Yonas. YONAS, GWORL?!

so i look and like, oh shit, he IS eritrean.

so yeah....we like them now

U-N-I
http://www.myspace.com/unimuzik

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

profile pictures


(partial) nudity in facebook profile pictures is wholly acceptable. we all need a little scandal in our lives. and sometimes when you get out the shower, and you're a little naked, and you say, "damn gworl, you look gwood", you know that maybe you want to capture this moment before your looks begin a downward spiral. so yeah. just sayin'. we all take pleasure in looking, even if we're ashamed to admit it. besides, I can't help the fact that I'm an exhibitionist.

Friday, April 3, 2009

PARTNER.


so in the winter time instead of studying for tests i was watching hood movies such as: juice, poetic justice, menace to society, do the right thing, etc.


so i was thinking- and you should be thinking too gworl!


well i was thinking about bringing back the word "partner" like between black people, stay with me now. it was cool. like two black men being like "Sup, PARTner" ooooo gworl.....ima fall in love writing this y'all.


anyways, think on it.


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hair in my falafel, ella eh eh


FUCK. So like, I was eating my falafel, when I saw a small hair poking through the lettuce. I pulled, and pulled, and pulled so more...and this FUCKING long-ass mother fucking hair was sticking out of my falafel. So I threw up. Just kidding. But I went back and got another one for free and I jumped the line. Also, Kristena bought a fly-ass new motha fucking jacket. And I was like "GWORL!?" and she was like "gworl." Devin is wearing blue. It brings out his eyes. Devin was supposed to wear purple. As was everybody, for the day of silence, but I was like, IMA WEAR MY NEW PLAID. Sean gave me plaid. I look gwooood. I love plaid. I am plaid. Plaid. Ehren. Plaid. Falafel. Elllaaaaaa. RATT, 3PM. GWORL. Also, Kristena says that when she tries to t9 Saba, it comes up as scab. Go figure. Fuckin' scab. SCABA. Betch.

TIM FUNG

So. We were at Pita Pazzaz getting our falafel on when Saba introduced Gloria and myself to the one and only Tim Fung. If you are reading this, Tim Fung, we would like to apologize for the creepiness. Except not. Wema not 'pologize, Tim Fung. Cuz it's toooo laaate to 'pologize, it's tooo laaaate (eenngg unngg). Yeah. We love you gworl, cuz gworl you loook gwoooood.
Also, Tim Fung said I was dirty. Yah, gworl.

I'm Every Woman

Okay so Saba said that this guy, Chaka Zulu was nicer than me and Ehren and then I was like, "No no! We are nicer than Chaka Zulu, Chaka Khan, Zulu Khan, the wrath of Khan, Genghis Khan. We're nicer than all o'dem!"
Am I right?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I don't know rap lyrics

"Forget about the game, ima spit the truth, I won't stop till I get 'em in they birthday suuuits. So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with their clothes, I said why spend mine, when I can spend yours?" ... is that right? is it? HUH?!
NO. that is wrong-ass lyricizing. That is "Yeah" mixed with fricking "Lady Marmalade". Luda and Kim are not a collab. And if they were, I would shake my head at Luda, because Kim is looking janky. I fail.

apparently they have been on the same track before...

oooooooh you look good gworl!


Lord have mercy, father help us allSince you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but callTime for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin backGot you curious for Thug Passion, now picture thatTongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyesTime to make the bed rock, baby look how it riseMe and you movin in the nude, do it in the living roomSweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in meI mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neckI go a long way to get you wet, what you expectLate night, hit the highway, drop the topI pull over, gettin busy in the parking lotAnd don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glideKiss you soft on your stomach, push my love insideGot ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lustI got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up.


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feminist spank.

its hard to like spank and be a feminist here is why:






Get G-get Get Loose Now/ Benny BOOM!/ Turn the bass up louder/ Til every single titty jiggle harder/ She a hoochie watch the mini skirt ride up/ Dimes and pennies twerk/ Get it hotter/ Hoochies want to get on the guest list/ Eat a small dinner so you fit in your dresses/ Fuck a meal/ Go for mills/ Big breast get treated like guest / I'm serving dick for breakfast/ Pussy pop/ She like three things: The club, money, sex/ Yes! Just like hip hop/ Did a full strut/ When we pulled up/ she said she like D's/ I said Deeeez Nuts!/ Ain't that what you want/ A Hilton ain't a Trump/ Make sex tapes get dicked/ Get dumped/ All this money make a bitch go dumb/ Coke on the tip will make a bitch go numb.


She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ Hood rat hood rat a hoochie mamma/

Get Get Get Loose Now/ Get Get Get Loose Now/Get Get Get Loose Now/ Get Get Get Loose Now/

Go head and get it nigga/ You know you want it nigga/ She solid gold nigga/ Anna Nicole nigga/ I'm about to show/ This glorified ho/ How my hip hop dick head bang like rock and roll *nigga*/ She got to have it cinematic like netflix/ HD documented pearl drop necklace/ She going to call herself a classy bitch/ Live in Chelsea but her naughty parts the meat pack district/ Got milk duds/ face like Rihana/ Got me popping/ Retro fashion/ That make me want to cash in/ Smashing/ Trim bush like Shirley last season What's Happenin' Roj!/ Prima Donna/ In her Dolce and Gabbana/ You can find her well travel from Nicaragua to Ghana/ Up front/ You bait her right and she going to bite like a piranha/ Cause she/

She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma.She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ Hood rat hood rat hoochie mamma/

Get Get Get Loose Now/ Get Get Get Loose Now/Get Get Get Loose Now/ Get Get Get Loose Now/

AMANDA BLANK:
Oh n-n-no/ Hold up I got some shit to say/ Cause all these copy catting bitches copy me all day/ Call me out my name why don't you come around my way/ I got my cousin baby mother and a brother on the way/ Fake bitches want to be this bitch but they not/ I don't lay on my back for tracks or sleep my way to the top/ Sex ain't for beats or backstage passes/ Girl keep working that ass/ You smarter than I thought you got your heart on my man assets/ oh no I cash his checks let's not forget/ And I fuck to bust nuts/ Fuck a mans respect/ I rap for money to spend to keep my panties wet/ And just to keep bitches mad I keep bitches in check/ Laying yourself in dirty sheets/ Like hooker on the street/ Rocking your coochie/ Like that Gucci that you bought up the street/ I got mad styles for days/ your styles been played/ And I every thing you rock today/ I did yesterday/ Now girls i met they wanna fight me/ *Just tryna* spite me/ Walk it off/ I top it off/ Now you hood rats trying to bite me/ You have him?/ I been at him/ Girl I own that ass/ Little heffer hoochie momma please/ You ain't bad!


She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ Hood rat hood rat hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma/ Hood rat hood rat hoochie mamma/

AMANDA BLANK:
Uhuh, See thats why I don't like ya'll bitches anyway/ Always up on my motherfucking man/ Tryna be cute/ You ain't cute/ Shit, bitch is nasty/ Ya'll bitchs is nas-ty.

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MASHUPS




so im at work BLOGGING thinking about stuff to BLOG about and i thought: "word, word, brah what have my gworls been talking about---MASHUPS b! MASHUPS."
such great MASHUPS include smells like teen spirit and every song ever written (im being for real on that one, who would have thought that grundge and bootylicious would work but it does) and 99 problems mixed with 99 red balloons.

but what i really want to hear b, what i really want to hear? dat be michael rault and teddy riley gworl. now think about it first gworl before you be all like gworl?!

logic:
michael rault is good right?
im right gworl.

teddy riley, he hasnt performed in a while right?
im right again gworl.
lets just think on it...

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whyte avenue

So what's the deal with Whyte avenue? like, its so obvious that its not for black people. Am I right? I'm right. Like, they tried to make it not obvious by putting a 'y' in whyte instead of just white....but we ALLLLLLL KNOW WHAT THEY BE DOIN'!!!! Trynna not include us. And then just now, Petros and Saba say they're going to Whyte avenue and they were like, do you guys want to come? And we were like hell no! Wema come when they call it Black avenue. Ooh thats kinda like Blackstreet! They were good. Whatever happened to them? Their album "Blackstreet" was the ish. That shit was dope.
Can I get an amen?

gworl man

this is him gworl, the reason we post on this blog erryday, starting today.
am i right?
yeah, i think im right.
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CiRi

It needs to be done. we need to pop this blog's CiRi cherry. frankly, that shit is stupid. Rihanna should not be going back to that. and wtf is up with her gun tattoo? Did she shoot the sheriff? No. That gun tattoo is not right. I don't understand. That's not going to protect her when he comes after her with a frying pan a la. The-Dream in the "My Love" video. Speaking of which, "good fuckin' song", says Gloria. So yeah. The cherry has been popped. Let's make some pie.

dedicated to Petros


gworl,
today we saw the gworl man in cameron
it was OUTRAGEOUS

this blog is ballin, gworl

YOU LIKE MY SWEATER, PETROS????

....
....

THANK YOU GWORL.

gworl!?

you right, gworl.