Don’t you hate it when entertainers point their microphones at the crowd like momofukas are suppose to know the lyrics to their new material? Child, bye! I hate to be the bearer of bad news but nobody [1] even bothered to bootleg The Declaration, so what makes her think . . . I’m not going to even complete that statement.

Black Fran Drescher is popping up at baby showers, Quinceañeras, pee wee league football camps, children story time at Borders, family reunions, Lions Club banquets, and everywhere in between to promote her latest disc. Call DJ Khaled because this girl is out here grinding hard. If I didn’t know any better I would think her last name was Knowles. See more flicks of Ashanti at CL.

[1] *In America. I can’t speak on what’s going down in the U.K.