Since dying her hair black in 2008 Keyshia Cole has been playing it safe when it comes to her coif but with Neffe and Frankie on the cusp of stadium status in niggatry [yeah I said it] she has decided to toss her glowsticks in the ring. Do you think Keyshia is jumping on the latest ‘it’ bandwagon or simply exploring a new style?
Something in the milk ain’t clean about this situation. I barely even recognized KeyLoLo when I first glanced at these pictures of her performing at a recent show. Girl, you so polished and refined! Then again maybe its just me. You know how I like my female R&B singers: cracked out drinking fawdies with Propecia, suffering from island dick withdrawals [L. Boogie take em to the bridge!] and doing hoe shit for relevancy.
Times like this make me fall to my knees and thank Sweet Minty Jesus for Neffe and Frankie. I hope they present an award together at the 2009 EBT Awards. For more flicks of Keyshia and Ciara [you might as well look at her do something since you all clearly aren't supporting her new album] hit up Necole Bitchie!
KeyLoLo borrowed Frankie’s welfare to work interview outfit for her performance of the National Anthem
before the Cleveland Cavaliers v. Atlanta Hawks Playoff Game 3. Neffe’s oldest daughter couldn’t hit that jacket with the steam iron real quick before she left the house? How dreadful.
Keyshia’s ex-boyfriend Young Jeezy looked on as her new rumored boo Cavs player Daniel ‘Boobie’ Gibson and teammates defeated the Hawks 97-82.
Key Lo Lo took a page out of Leyomi Mizrahi’s manual [yes ma'am!] and twerked her yaki and honey glazed poak chops for the final issue of King magazine. I think a spread featuring Frankie rocking an assortment of different color wigs [think "Crush On You" video] would have been on point but the world may never know. One thing is for certain: Keyshia still can’t give an interview, shit.
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How To Rule This Recession. I’m going to leave that one alone out of respect [Datwon will always be the king in my head!] but . . . yeah, I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t say something.
I am pretty bummed that this is the last hoorah though. I can’t begin to describe how much I am going to miss posting pictures of hoes [industry and regla] in need of publicity with the look of desperation in their eyes while their ass are tooted up just right against a starch white background. Myspace ain’t enough! Stay online at least! [Covers via Rap Radar]
Sheree is turning into that big cousin we all run into at the club! Lady Marmaduke partied along with her guest at Mick Boogie’s birthday celebration in New York City on Monday night. Now you know damn well that she can’t pick Mick Boogie out of a line-up of all black men but jumped at the opportunity to party with the “elite.” What she should do is go out for shots with Keyshia Cole’s sister Elite and call it a day.
I’m suppose to believe this chick is on DatPiff downloading mixtapes and shit? Pfft.
Keyshia Cole hit up The View last week to discuss the usual interview topics [Frankie's former life as a crackhead, Neffie's drunk pussy] but I couldn’t quite focus on any of that since I was fixated on Sherri Sheppard’s Mother Love wig. Absolutely not!