Spotted: Nivea & Reginae In Manhattan

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Never-fuckin-mind that Nivea’s side burns are streeeetching for the nape of her neck like Mufasa clinging on Pride Rock for dear life. For the first time in history she received paparazzi attention outside of Atlanta’s photographers [no shade] while returning back to a Manhattan hotel with the eldest Weezy baby on Wednesday.

Keep your friends close and your baby mama’s closer.

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Skeet Or Delete: Nivea – “Love Hurts”

Via press release:

In the final days before reporting for his highly-publicized impending jail sentence, Grammy Award-winning, multi-platinum rapper Lil Wayne has been very busy, squeezing in as much work as he can before his 8-12 month sentence at Riker’s Island. The one thing that has YET to be documented was his last minute decision to appear in ex-girlfriend Nivea’s first video from her forthcoming fourth studio album Purple Heart. The clip for “Love Hurts” finds Nivea revisiting the memories of an ended romance. As she walks through the house she once shared with her former love, played by Wayne, Nivea revisits the good times and bad.

Quick Flicks: Nivea’s Baby Shower

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I wouldn’t be able to maintain an entertainment site without having some type of interest in the lives of celebrities but I have been looking at these momofukas sideways through sepia  lenses for the past couple of weeks. I love Hollyhood shenanigans just as much as the next person but should the journeys of Lil’ Wayne’s baby mamas be chronicled? Help me understand.

At any rate, friend to Crunkland KiddUNot attended Nivea’s baby shower at Villa Christina in Atlanta on Sunday. Her upcoming delivery will make this Weezy’s 3rd son in a year in a half.

I don’t know why Lauren, Nivea, and that random nail technician didn’t all just hook up and have a baby shower three the hard way style to cut down on costs. I’m sure Miss Cita would approve.

Your Two Cents Required: Parental Advisory

Child\'s Play

Wheelchair Jimmy is ready for his close up!

Watching Lil’ Wayne rap about filet mignoning New New and Nivea’s pussies and harmonizing about fucking every girl in the world while his adolescent daughter bopped around stage was one of the most devastating moments from the this year’s EBT Awards. I wanted Don Cornelius to come back out on stage and give Young Money a lashing about the good ol’ days but that means the show would still be airing live right now.

Sources tell Sandra Rose that the reason for Weezy’s daughter Reginae was on stage was because she was unable to accompany her pops on stage while he accepted the award for Fucking The Most Random Women Ever To Appear On A Cover of Sister 2 Sister [maybe next year Soullow] and wanted to make it up to the youngin. Do you think Lil’ Wayne did the right thing as a parent?

It’s An Exclusive, Hoe

Neffe gave Jamie Foster Brown exclusive access to her palatial estate [whaddup Sheree] for an exclusive interview about all things exclusive in her life including the gender of baby number . . . . hell I don’t know, being Claude Priest’s ex-wife, and why she doesn’t want Soullow touching her. So now she wanna be standoffish! She must follow Nivea on Twitter. How dreadful.

Check out the June / July issue of Sister 2 Sister to read all about the exclusivity going on in Neffe and Frankie’s world. Word to Juvie The Great, I need it in my life.

Sperminated. Contaminated. Frustrated.

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Nivea should took her ass to the laundromat instead because the pussy monster has struck again. Just look towards the sky and thank Young Jeezus that he hasn’t been formally introduced to Neffe yet. That bitch was born pregnant. And I say that with love.

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Irrelevancy Rocks!: T. Error Mari

T.Error Mari

That Nivea wig [reference!] is what my life has been missing.

I had every intention on making this post one of the first of today but then other fuckery came up and it fell to the back of the stack. I mean really, your cousin calling 911 to complain about her shrimp fried rice > this shit. You can’t hate me for that.

I’ve never worked at record label before but I can guarantee everybody alive the Def Jam / Roc-A-Fella promo department circa 2005 understand my lack of enthusiasm regarding T. Error Mari. I can’t, I won’t, and you shouldn’t either.

Just kidding! I hope her record goes on to sell a million copies and her comeback story is turned into a made for television movie starring Tamala Jones. I’ve always thought they resembled any how. You think she will let me follow her on Twitter now?

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