Sing with me in your best auto-tune: Crunk Juice bombs, Oakley shades, shawty got class, oh behave! Baby Daniel [think of him as the Peter Pan of Crunkland, he will never age as long as I'm running this shit] did his Tee Tee and Granny the ultimate favor and let them tag along with him during a recent shopping trip in Beverly Hills. He even sported a blatant lie on his t-shirt while ducking the feds paparazzi. Solange, you’re doing a damn fine job with this youngster.
Que breaks down his various tattoos dedicated to Dawn. Girl, I guess. Via The House of Bitchie:
I figured I would get DAWN’s lips because she will be mine forever and I’m hers forever, so why not. It’s the best example of how honest I am in my relationship and about our love. Her lips and her name is an example to others that it’s ok to LOVE YOUR GIRL. It’s an example on how to be HONEST. I actually got her name when we started getting serious , so I had that way before the lips on my neck. I’m sure there will be more tattoos to come.
If you want to be a better person you have to “ be honest with yourself and it ‘s ok to be in love and be proud to love your girl”. You don’t have to cheat because people tell you it’s not cool to be with one person. If you’re happy, do you. When you love yourself others will see that in you and do the same. They have no choice but to respect it.
It’s okay to love your girl but let’s not end up looking all foolish like Nasir Jones. Check out shots from Dawn’s photoshoot with Honey Magazine under the cut.
Leave it to Solange to provide some stability around this muthafucka while the rest of the universe is in shambles. Shambles I tell ya! Basement Baby decided to say fuck the niggatry industry [her words not mine] and served the kids at San Fransisco’s Pride Festival instead while wearing an outfit that would make any certified glowstick carrier elated.
Kid Creole, we speak your name.
I had a good joke comparing Solange swinging in a hammock to a bag of Zatarain’s Crawfish, Shrimp & Crab Boil In A Bag on deck for yesterday but I decided to lay low until the head subsided since I didn’t want Mama Tina sending me another roots box. Solo escaped from the Knowles Compound last week to attend the Bonnaroo Music And Arts Festival. She looked right at home among all the “different” artists, I guess.