His flair for velveteen fabric, cascading ruffles, gaudy embellishments, monotone leather ensembles, dizzying prints, and linen shorts (so his balls won’t get hot © Shawn Carter) all have Norwood Young cruising at optimum highway speed in a lane of his own. Who got snaps on the petro?

Before Dwight’s askew nostrils ever gallivanted his way into our hearts there was this man.

Lord willing, when my wedding day rolls around it would be both a honor and pleasure to have Norwood Young serenade me down the aisle. Hell, I’m all the way open to the idea of him escorting me but I’m sure my Pops will have more than enough to say about that. He’s always been a hater.

But I digress.

Norwood dampen panties with delight when hit the Big Apple on Friday in support of his new tell-all memoir Getting Back To Me at the all too venue appropriate Sugar Bar.

The tome, ‘Getting Back to My Me’ ($27.95), addresses everything from Young’s feud with video vixen-turned author, Karrine “Superhead” Steffans, to his fallout with Jennifer Lopez and why he was fired from a television special with her.

Additionally, the book explores singer/songwriter/actor’s obsession with plastic surgery; offers details about his past drug and alcohol abuse and the trouble it caused; recalls sexual abuse; and even explores the legal battle surrounding his home, Youngwood Court in the prestigious Hancock Park community of Los Angeles.

“It was such a cleansing and freeing experience in writing this book. Once facing my past and revealing my truths, it forced me to not only hold others accountable but to also hold myself accountable for my own actions regarding where I was and who I am presently in my life,” Young told BV Buzz. (BV Buzz)

There is only one man with enough vocal vigor to bests Baraka Flocka Flame for Clip of the Week honors and his name is Norwood Young. Now would be a good time to pay homage by pressing play.

Never mind Neicy Nash’s bloated hairline.

If I were to ever have the opportunity to touch the hem of Norwood Young’s garment in person consider this entire site as good as deleted. My life’s mission as a vessell for fuckery and shade would be fulfilled. Until that day comes I will continue to document his every move on the red carpet. All bloggers have their favorites, and don’t let them tell you anything else.

A plethora of absentee eyebrows and painted faces at Logo’s NewNowNext Awards after the jump!

Like a love struck puppy I have been searching high and low for new pictures of Norwood Young but have been coming up shorter than Terrance Howard’s peen in the shower scene in Get Rich or Die Tryin’. Let my journey be a lesson to all. If you remain steadfast in your quest for fuckery you will eventually hit the jack pot.

And that I did. Norwood Young convinced Margeaux to snatch up an extra leather onesie from the set of Dru Hill’s video for his red carpet appearance at opening night of The Color Purple. I want him to wear the same outfit when I deliver his babies.

Norwood Young has been moon walking on red carpets rocking this sequined tribute to Michael Jackson since his untimely death earlier this year. By now the lining of his jacket must smell like a lethal combination of unfiltered liquid zest [not the soap] and White Diamonds but that’s not stopping him from fishing for compliments and comparisons to the late King of Pop. There is no question that the sweet aroma from his dingleberries is pungent enough to fill a parking garage but when man created Febreeze he did so for this purpose.

While the rest of the world was caught up in the rapture watching The Broke Housewives of Bankhead an absolutely radiant Norwood Young was strutting down the red carpet at the premiere of his documentary ‘Kiss and Tail: The Hollywood Jump Off.’

I am sure you can piece together an idea of who the subject of the documentary is but for the special needs people in Crunkland let me allow my boo to give you the business.

In 2005, Steffans stunned readers and rocked the music industry with her best-selling, tell-all book, “Confessions of a Video Vixen,” exposing her reckless lifestyle and sexual trysts with “A-list” celebrities and some of the biggest names in the world of hip hop. The book evoked an array of emotions throughout the music industry from anger to utter disgust. Two years later, Steffans followed up with “The Vixen Diaries” and to Young’s surprise, the first chapter was titled, “A Man Named Norwood.” “I was the only man in the book that didn’t sleep with her, and still got screwed!” he said.

“I was shocked and outraged at the lies and deceitful things that were written about me in a book by someone I thought to be a friend,” he explains. “Karrine befriended me only to use my persona of a classic ‘Hollywood’ lifestyle in order to sell books.”

SHAM. FUCKING. WOW.

And there you have it. You mess over Norwood and you may get a documentary produced about your trif ass.

Just when I was sharpening up my shank . . .

I just wanted to say that the post for the man of the hour picture w/wife is incorrect. The lady in the picture [Victoria] is not his wife. She is a friend of his and she designs a label of clothing called Blessed. You guys posted a picture of him in her line about 3 weeks ago. Love your website!!! Kandice

Norwood Young took his shirt off and the hoes stopped breathing. [Copyright Gucci Mane] I cannot and will not co-sign this.

I love Norwood but this shit is just all types of wrong. I haven’t seen the use of a luxury pattern in such a fucked up manner since the video for “Stay Fly.” Gator boots, with the pimped out Gucci suits. No ma’am! Shouts out to Gossip On This for the heads up!

Norwood Young kept it O.G. at the premiere of ‘Mexican Gangster’ in November before deciding to go with a more demure look at Monday night’s ‘A Night for Change’ benefit. When did he steam up the glass pot lid more?