For the third and final time, I would still rather listen to Nelly read the little paper that comes in a box of tampons warning women about the dangers of toxic shock syndrome over a Jazze Phizzle producizzle than listen to her music, but I will give her a hand clap for trying.

Girl, you try so hard to stay relevant! You better work! [No seriously, its either that or release a sex tape. I mean, it seems to be working for Buckeey, soooo . . . .]