Saucy Snippets: Freeze? How About You Speak to My Breeze Instead?
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
June 20, 2006
I’m too fly to freeze for the likes of you . . .
*Takes one deep breath . . . exhales*
I’m going to do my best to condense my thoughts and avoid the tagent I feel creeping over me right about now. But, I can’t promise you I won’t get a little ‘windy’ . . .
Intro:
Has anyone had the opportunity to thoroughly listen to the lyrics of from LL Cool J’s single “Freeze” , featuring Lyfe Jennings? If not, you will find the audio version in the most current RADIO.BLOG conveniently located to your right (item #115). I have also taken the liberty of transcribing the lyrics for your visual pleasure over here . . .
* Please take a moment to read the lyrics and come back to the following passage.
Swim the River Climb the Hill . . .
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
June 19, 2006
How many of ya’ll out there are swimming rivers and climbing hills on the regular? What hoops did you jump through today? Guess what? You are NOT alone. I’ll be sure to elaborate on my thoughts some time this week.
New RADIO.BLOG. Song #1 is my morning ritual. Feel me on this.
I don’t want to go to work today
I’d rather stay home and play video games
I’d rather chill for real
I don’t know how you feel
But sometimes I feel like I’m
Workin’ for nuthin’ tryin’ to get sumthin’
Every where I turn there’s a bill standing out
Swim the river climb the hill
Complacency you ain’t gone get me no no no no. . .
Cause I gotta get up
I gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta get up
I gotta gotta gotta . . .
Britney Spears Does Dateline With Matt Lauer: “I know I’m a Good Mom”
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
June 15, 2006
I know some of ya’ll could care less about Britney Spears, but for those of you who have the slightest curiosity of what tonites show will consist of, heres a *SNEAK PEEK. An emotional Spears says the paparazzi have gone too far . . .
*There is more than one snippet after a brief commercial another segment will play.
My personal thoughts: Britney is country as hell and certifiably tacky. Kevin is scrub who need not try to pick up the mic and rhyme. I really don’t understand their marriage. BUT the paparazzi is totally out-of-pocket. If I were Brit I’d be feeling hella pressure too. Nobody should have to endure that type of harrassment, nobody. Keep the fame, just gimme the loot.
Picture me getting a major book deal and becoming famous. The material on this blog alone would be enough fuel for the media to burn my good name to a crisp - scraping every bit of info they can find and twisting it all out of context. . . building me up just high enough to watch me come swiftly crashing down.
I can see the headlines now . . . my face would be on The Smoking Gun and all types of ish. . . and that’s when I’d have to get reaaal Tupac Shakur on America.
Uh huh, let the press start that mess with me and see what happens. . .
Have a good summer . . . BIOOOOOTCH! Ha ha!
Saucy Snippets: Either Use the Home Training Your Momma Gave You, Or Get “Trained” On The Train By the S Double D.
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
June 15, 2006
In quiet disgust I watched her brush her damp, over processed, muddy blonde, waist length hair. With each generous stroke, I could feel the one side of my upper lip curl up, up and away; prompting the left side of my growing sneer to flirt dangerously with the corner of my nose. I sneezed. Nobody said “Bless You”.
We were all on the train together. Physically our bodies occupied the same space, but it was obvious our thoughts and actions were moving to our own personal rhythms. There was the man with a missing tooth who kept smiling like a kid at Christmas who finally got the gift he had begged his parents for, all year. A group of teenagers clumped together in the back of the car traded silly adolescent insults and laughter.
There were cell phone conversations and iPod listeners, book readers and ‘snoozers’. A mother of a fussy toddler tried several techniques to quiet her child as not to make a “scene” in public. Everyone was doing their own thing - including the woman brushing her damp, over processed, muddy blonde, waist length hair. . . less than a foot away from my face. Stray hairs floated into the aisle and into the seat in front of me.
SNAP-O-RAMA: Put Your Stunna Shades On! (x4)
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
June 14, 2006
*singing*
Ohh.Tell me when to go… Tell me when to go…
Tell me when to go… Tell me when to go…
Go (dumb), go (dumb), go (dumb), go (dumb), go (dumb), go (dumb), go (dumb), go (dumb)
