<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:27:11.363-04:00</updated><category term='hip-hop'/><category term='Financial Crisis'/><title type='text'>Can't Live w/o My Radio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VBoy1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08297780692390428152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2YYtExlgCg/SjhKbiTb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SFiH2-JG19o/S220/VanguardCD1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-5192973004688368287</id><published>2009-10-01T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:07:39.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v470/azra_amore/Picture15.png" border="0" alt="love" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband is a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-5192973004688368287?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5192973004688368287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/5192973004688368287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/5192973004688368287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Shaydy LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01701664240270378665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3oyaY87G9Q/SjhFtQi-tQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z2kZESLaK4E/S220/brown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-3353428003051752378</id><published>2009-07-10T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:27:51.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUP- Death Of Ugly People</title><content type='html'>SO this morning my wife shows me this video of a former schoolmate of hers: http://overfab.com/2009/07/06/d-o-a-has-been-released/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word, this bitch is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;! Got the nerve to call herself overfab. She is overcooked but she is not overfab. She looks like a magic 8 ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, she got the nerve to come at Hov. First off, this nigga Jay is definitely hatin'. All in all, the nigga name is J Hova. This nigga became a god  to inner-city youth; lettin niggas know the streets isn't a dead-end in all cases but can become a conduit towards more lucrative, legitimate businesses. For niggas who don't have high school or college diplomas, Sun is inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to shortie. Shortie, Overfab, if you readin' this, you are incredibly whack as an M.C. Incredibly. I really don't have anything else to say about your lack of swag as an M.C. I'll pray for you, shortie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think more important than the D.O.A message Jay is delivering is the fact that the streets of  New York should never forget what makes the streets of  New York. We are not like any other state. We are who we are. We made hip-hop. Not just because hip-hop was created in my hometown of The Bronx. Hip-hop expresses the ideas and thoughts of the streets. Who's more street than New York?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got my black hoody, B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your thing Overfab. Get that money. You still basuda, B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Views and opinions of the great VBoy 1 does not reflect that of  my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-3353428003051752378?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/3353428003051752378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/07/doup-death-of-ugly-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/3353428003051752378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/3353428003051752378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/07/doup-death-of-ugly-people.html' title='DOUP- Death Of Ugly People'/><author><name>VBoy1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08297780692390428152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2YYtExlgCg/SjhKbiTb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SFiH2-JG19o/S220/VanguardCD1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-1783565587479029073</id><published>2009-07-07T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:15:53.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is 33 weeks and counting. She made me the happiest man in the world when she agreed to keep my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta good wife people. Beautiful more than she knows or probably believes. I owe her my life. She has allowed me to see shit in a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a business to berate bitches but a good woman is worth dying and living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-1783565587479029073?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1783565587479029073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-good-my-wife-is-33-weeks-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/1783565587479029073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/1783565587479029073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-good-my-wife-is-33-weeks-and.html' title=''/><author><name>VBoy1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08297780692390428152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2YYtExlgCg/SjhKbiTb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SFiH2-JG19o/S220/VanguardCD1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-8489967360020959932</id><published>2009-06-29T11:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:05:57.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost of Christmas Past/ Fool's Gold (cont.)</title><content type='html'>I love marijuana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u fuck heads in Washington can legalize it or not. Cause u know what? Guess what? I'm gonna keep smoking until my dead remains become fertile enough to plant marijuana seeds in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U fuck heads probably do like tobacco and start charging exorbitant prices for a dime anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-8489967360020959932?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/8489967360020959932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost-of-christmas-past-fools-gold-cont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/8489967360020959932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/8489967360020959932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost-of-christmas-past-fools-gold-cont.html' title='Ghost of Christmas Past/ Fool&apos;s Gold (cont.)'/><author><name>VBoy1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08297780692390428152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2YYtExlgCg/SjhKbiTb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SFiH2-JG19o/S220/VanguardCD1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-854284419616861674</id><published>2009-06-29T09:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:42:30.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost of Christmas Past/ Fool's Gold</title><content type='html'>I love Haze!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's wit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Marijuana the best shit since the libraries in Ancient Africa before they were raped by the likes of Romans and Persians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost a great musical genius a few days ago. Although he's been fuckin' lost for quite some decades now. See what niggas don't understand is I, like alot of people, didn't give a fuck about Mike at the time of his death. I didn't do that shit. The media didn't do that shit. Them lil' white boys ain't do that shit. Them fat twins on the mopeds in his movie didn't do that shit. Mike did that shit. Mike fucked hisself in the ass. The media only did it's job by reporting what the fuck was goin' on. The media isn't all innocent either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitiligo my sweaty balls. I don't believe that shit for a minute. Let's say it's true, you tellin' me this nigga went out and got a white nose, a white chin, white bone structure, and white boys to match his skin? Wit Puerto Rican hair. That nigga buggin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, Mike, Mike. What can I say that hasn't already been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not the fuckin' boys that upsets me with Mike (my siblings and I are Black and from the hood, so we were relatively safe from Mike). I'm not gonna just run wit the major opinion of him. My personal gripe against Mike is that this nigga consistently didn't give a fuck about Black people. Or at least that's what his actions led me to believe. This nigga stayed on the T.V. helping some white child and/or family. Let me give you an example from my own personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the winter of 1999/2000, during Xmas season, I was 15 and working in F.A.O Schwarz on fifth ave. in Manhattan. I was working in the "Action" section. Half of the "Action" section was dedicated to "Star Wars: Episode 4" because it was just released to VHS and DVD. One of my co-workers name was Jonas and the junior manager ( which is only a sales representative who tells afuckinlot) was Tabitha. Anybody on the floor wore white work t-shirts, managers and up wore white work polo shirts, and stock wore black work shirts. No, the giant piano from the movie "Big" with Tom Hanks was no longer part of the floor. I'm only giving you so much detail as to corroborate this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the store closes an hour or two earlier than normally. Then began the whispers of Micheal Jackson being in the store. I did't believe one word of it. Micheal Jackson. Imagine that! I figured he do like some other celebrities which is sit in the office where the employees who helped the celebrities were stationed and pick and choose from a catalogue of toys available from F.A.O Schwarz. At the time, I was just beginning to form my personal opinion about Mike. Fuck Mike! I ain't sayin' shit to that nigga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after that thought, a family of blue-eyed, blonde-haired white niggas come strollin' through the "Action" section. I kid you not. These niggas couldn't have been drawn more perfect than Hitler himself. Well, that damn sure ain't look like Mike, Tito, and 'em. Than comes this nigga standin' all of 5'6"/5'7" weighin less than a 5th grader. For all the shit I was talkin to myself, when I seen that nigga, I released all 32 teeth. Beamin like a faggot in Dicksie Land. "How you doin', Mike?" The nigga just smiled and nodded. At the time, this nigga was like an immortal to me. Couldn't believe it. I also seen Robin Givens sexxxy ass, Will Sasso, and probably some other white actors and actressses I didn't recognize at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is that Mike shut down a fifth fuckin' ave. store to grant one white family a shopping spree. Kind person that Mike is, he had his allegiance fucked up. If you're readin this and sayin', "It's not about Black or White", then you are obviously not Black or Black in a comfortable financial position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike seem to do everything in his fuckin power to make it seem like he wasn't Black. By denying his African heritage, he told me and all other Black people of this world, "FUCK YOU!!!" So from the bottom of my fuckin' heart, dead or alive, let me be the first or millionth person to publicly say FUCK YOU, TOO, MICHEAL JACKSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know he's reading this. Who convienietly dies right after they sell out on a European tour? I don't remember this nigga havin' heart trouble. This nigga danced. That's one of the best exercises a person can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this you may say he doesn't like White people. It's not about that. It's no secret that Black entertainers should take a more active approach in helping impoverished communities. And I'm not talkin' about donating money or starting an orginization in your name. I'm sayin' as much time as a Black entertainer spends in front of the camera, he should spend just as much time helping our communities ON CAMERA. Whether you want to be or not, you fuckin entertainers are role models. People mimic and adore you. If you don't want to be role-models, let's trade salaries. I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my faggot friends out there, I have nothing against you. I mean as much harm sayin "faggot" as I do "nigga". But keep that shit to your self. You have certain areas in different cities troughout the country where a majority of the people inhabiting the city are faggots. That is your stomping ground. That is the place you can approach other men for dates or say slick, sexual comments. You can let your whole ass hang out in these areas. Rightfully so, if I don't want to see men kissing and flirting with each other, and hairy man-ass hangin outta girl shorts, I'll stay away from these areas. Respect the fact that most people don't want to see that. Got nothin against you. Got nothin against dogs either; still wouldn't want to see one fuckin' a human being. Certain shit just don't sit right on the psych. As a large quantity, you guys are fairly new. Give us a chance to warm up to you before you thrust belly-shirts and peirced nipples in our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-854284419616861674?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/854284419616861674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost-of-christmas-past-fools-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/854284419616861674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/854284419616861674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost-of-christmas-past-fools-gold.html' title='Ghost of Christmas Past/ Fool&apos;s Gold'/><author><name>VBoy1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08297780692390428152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2YYtExlgCg/SjhKbiTb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SFiH2-JG19o/S220/VanguardCD1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-7369336315273114193</id><published>2009-06-27T05:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:47:33.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just my take on things</title><content type='html'>so i'll admit that i'm one of the people who needed to see it on CNN before i really bit, but once I did, it just sent my mind into a tailspin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a bunch of random thoughts about this in my head, i'll try to contain them so they all make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say he was on painkillers because of the rehearsals for his upcoming tour.  some say it was suicide. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband says the man is f-ed up in the head and faking his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel if almost every person you met approached you crying? beyond words and in such awe that they couldn't even react to you as a human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard al sharpton was asking about all the people crying for him now not being the ones who were standing up for him when he really needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me think, i dunno about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-7369336315273114193?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/7369336315273114193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-my-take-on-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/7369336315273114193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/7369336315273114193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-my-take-on-things.html' title='just my take on things'/><author><name>Shaydy LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01701664240270378665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3oyaY87G9Q/SjhFtQi-tQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z2kZESLaK4E/S220/brown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-5460415497119477891</id><published>2009-06-22T22:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:11:25.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip-hop'/><title type='text'>Can't Knock The Hustle</title><content type='html'>Ironic how this nigga Jay is the first major hip-hop artist to speak out publicly against auto-tune. Why is it funny? Becuase this nigga Jay is the self-proclaimed hustler but is against the next man's hustle. That's all auto-tune is. Is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, Jay, in one cd, 360 pies. U can't knock the hustle, B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hip-hop as an art is somethin' different. Auto-tune is a gift and a curse. It can enhance the swag of the song or become a handi-cap. Personally, after T-pain, auto-tune became an annoyance. That goes for Kanye, weezy, ron browz, kid cutti, etc. However, I would never knock the next man's hustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! Fuck it! I might re-do "Can't Knock The Hustle" in auto-tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Roger Troutman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hip-hop never died. Just some artists career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-5460415497119477891?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5460415497119477891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-knock-hustle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/5460415497119477891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/5460415497119477891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-knock-hustle.html' title='Can&apos;t Knock The Hustle'/><author><name>VBoy1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08297780692390428152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2YYtExlgCg/SjhKbiTb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SFiH2-JG19o/S220/VanguardCD1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-4354626371140397564</id><published>2009-06-19T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:48:40.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers day</title><content type='html'>so i thought it was funny that my coworker looked at me sideways when i said i would get my husband something for fathers day.  she said "oh, he's not a father YET." and i'm like well if he aint a father what the hell is my child? aside from the fact that he bought be something for mothers day (and i was supposedly not a mother yet) why do our children have to be outside of our bodies to qualify us as parents?  shii, he already being cute, costing me money and starting trouble.  is he not a child YET?  am i not a mother YET?  if not, that wtf are we? semi-parents?  quasi-parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though our baby isn't born yet, my husband has been a great dad already and i kno itll only get better as time goes on.  so what if he thinks good parenting starts with threatening to bash your significant others head in if she thinks she could enjoy a non-virgin pina colada. he means well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog from my husbands fave rapper, Nas, on fatherhood and the day in question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Konabody"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like &lt;a id="KonaLink12" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://theybf.com/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153) ! important; font-family: arial,&amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;,tahoma,&amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 10.6667px; position: static;color:#ff3399;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153) ! important; font-family: arial,&amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;,tahoma,&amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 10.6667px; position: static;"&gt;Chris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153) ! important; font-family: arial,&amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;,tahoma,&amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 10.6667px; position: static;"&gt;Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; said..”All we fathers get is the big piece of chicken- if we lucky”…Moms get songs by the O’Jays and everything!!!!! Moms deserve that love, but right now I’m shouting out to real dads.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some are great role models with real academic achievements. Some are not. Some are no longer alive. Some fathers are locked up, but they are praying for their kids and hoping to be on the streets soon and be betters dads 1 day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We deserve the love!!! Becuz we don’t even expect it, we do what we do regardless! With no signs of a reward for it. We put up with everything, standing true to what’s real and letting life take its course protecting our &lt;a id="KonaLink13" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://theybf.com/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153) ! important; font-family: arial,&amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;,tahoma,&amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 10.6667px; position: static;color:#ff3399;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(255, 51, 153); color: rgb(255, 51, 153) ! important; font-family: arial,&amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;,tahoma,&amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 10.6667px; position: static; padding-bottom: 1px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;household&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, our woman, our children, our family. Protecting and leading a nation. Shout out to my pops, a great man! Blessings to our granddads who came b4 us who laid the seeds and the foundation….I wish every dad take a minute to look at what’s he’s done…just a minute…No need to glance too long.. Just smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Biggest Shout To My Son On The Way!! Salute!!!I  It’s a GREAT DAY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband doesn't get the big piece of chicken cause he doesn't like my cooking but thats a different blog for a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-4354626371140397564?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4354626371140397564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/4354626371140397564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/4354626371140397564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers day'/><author><name>Shaydy LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01701664240270378665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3oyaY87G9Q/SjhFtQi-tQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z2kZESLaK4E/S220/brown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-6405221997538704873</id><published>2009-06-18T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:41:20.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Financial Crisis'/><title type='text'>What Can I Say?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here watching one of these morning shows. They have a financial advisor on there talkin bout how the American dollar is not weakining but is WEAK! The nigga was sayin' something about Korea having 1.6 TRILLION dollars of AMERICAN money. Here it is America is in debt and these fucks have 1.6 TRILLION dollars of our money. We are being out-sourced. I understand it is cheaper to buy Korea, Taiwan, or whatever the fuck but you fucking company executives are fuckin' up the economy. We are all to blame but I'm specifically blaming company execs because they make the fuckin decisions to import instead of coughing up the extra dollars to pay Americans to do the work little foreign kids do. And then you got these fuckin Americans who think it's soooooo fuckin' sadiddy (for a lack of better words) to buy foreign. Fendi this, Gucci that, Lexus this, Benz that. FUCK THAT! I drive a fuckin' Pontiac. And if I had more money and wanted to go luxury, it would be domestic i.e. Lincoln. It simple: American-made goods made by Americans; American money goes to Americans; Americans spend American money which pays for the labor of Americans to keep making American goods. Not fuckin rocket science. I'm not a financial advisor and I know it's more complexed than that but this can be used for a blueprint and I'm only askin for 1.6 Trillion dollars. If you gonna give away that amount of money, mind as well be to me: AN AMERICAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-6405221997538704873?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/6405221997538704873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-can-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/6405221997538704873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/6405221997538704873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-can-i-say.html' title='What Can I Say?'/><author><name>VBoy1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08297780692390428152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2YYtExlgCg/SjhKbiTb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SFiH2-JG19o/S220/VanguardCD1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-466551834112586402</id><published>2009-06-16T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:11:23.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGBLOGBLOGBLOG</title><content type='html'>"To my seed, may I lead you in to no greed or evil/ It ain't no hell. The devil lives in the hearts of people/ It ain't no way in hell I'll put down this haze and L/ Hazen Street blues for my niggas who dwell in 8x12's" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't bloggin shit. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what I'm tired of? I'mma tell you what I'm tired of. I'm tired of people that get mad which causes you to get mad and then they get stupid pussy. Now after they get pussy you kinda feel like shit because you feel like a bully which is not my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what's crazy? It's crazy when I'm in my car or even on foot, and I see a crazy fat ass and I look and another lady looks at me cause I have a ring on my finger. I'm just lookin. My wife has a crazy fat ass, so you know it's a fat ass if I'm lookin. Am I wrong for lookin or is it that I'm not lookin' at them? I know a few people you ugly ladies could write. Let me know what's good if you want a name and numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, though, I'm tired. 7Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-466551834112586402?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/466551834112586402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogblogblogblog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/466551834112586402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/466551834112586402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogblogblogblog.html' title='BLOGBLOGBLOGBLOG'/><author><name>VBoy1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08297780692390428152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2YYtExlgCg/SjhKbiTb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SFiH2-JG19o/S220/VanguardCD1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-8326455267700386763</id><published>2009-06-16T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:32:32.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the other half</title><content type='html'>so i am mrs. vboy1.  as he said in his blog, you will be able to see the distinction between our posts.  i'm no where near as &lt;strike&gt;angry&lt;/strike&gt; funny as he is, but i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;for the record i am much more in touch with pop culture and am well aware of the fact that kanye has his own sneaker line with LV and is making money whenever he wears them so i have to publicly disagree with my husband on that one.  as a rant though, you have to admit its funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;we're having a baby soon.  well, i'm having a baby, vboy is just kinda looking in the oven door waiting.  i actually kind of hate it when a couple says we are pregnant.  &lt;strike&gt;no bitch, &lt;i&gt;you're&lt;/i&gt; pregnant&lt;/strike&gt;.  i'm sure that'll bring some interesting rants so get ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;we're newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;that was dry as &lt;strike&gt;lindsay lohan but you didn't hear that from me&lt;/strike&gt; stale toast.  i promise it'll get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065133713944497505-8326455267700386763?l=cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/feeds/8326455267700386763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/other-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/8326455267700386763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4065133713944497505/posts/default/8326455267700386763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantlivewomyradio.blogspot.com/2009/06/other-half.html' title='the other half'/><author><name>Shaydy LA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01701664240270378665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3oyaY87G9Q/SjhFtQi-tQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z2kZESLaK4E/S220/brown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065133713944497505.post-5333350401184525059</id><published>2009-06-15T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:19:20.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGIN' AWAY</title><content type='html'>"Was broke, asked for a break, they handed me crack/ And guns to make money. Now I'm financially strapped./ Aim, pull the trigger. Push salary's cap./ Put it on paper. I can earn a Grammy for rap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are all the southern rappers or rather some of the southern rappers rhyming words that don't rhyme? Do they think they exempt from speaking regular American. That's not to take away from their talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should tell you who I am; I'm Black, violent, broke, and married. U could call me VBoy1! U could also call me if u gettin' money and niggas hatin' on you........10 G's a head. U know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that, I'm gonna talk bout whoeva the fuck and whateva the fuck is on my mind regardless of law (as long as it doesn't indict me or any one else), or anybody's understanding of morality. Cuz if u ain't on my team or puttin money in my pocket, u just in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin here watchin 106. Shout out to cashmoney. Been listenin to these niggas since the 90's. I ain't neva hear nothin about 'em. Besides Weezy coke habit. Weezy, my nigga, that's not cool. Shit, if u sniff water and baking soda, u a head. Think about it, my nigga. That's if it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't understand how cashmoney and all these other niggas fuckin' wit Rick Ross. I was gonna make a song about that but then I said to myself, " Do the knowledge." So, I'm askin any1 who has collaberated with Rick Ross what the fuck is goin on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nigga talkin bout gettin drug money but he was a PIG! Why would any street nigga quit gettin millions to become a civil servant? Let's say he did everything he said he did, street niggas have different moralities than ordinary folk. The morality and actions of a street nigga forever pits him gainst the law and law enforcement. So a street nigga can't come to me tellin' me to get money wit' him if he was any type of law enforcement because you obviously abandoned your criminal teachings to chase a dollar. So why wouldn't that same nigga forsake his teachings and the loyalty of his comrades to secure his freedom? Fuck them dust-bitin ass niggas. U ain't tellin' on me Officer Richard Rossenberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nigga Kanye mind as well tattoo Louis Vuitton on his back. I don't know if you know it Kanye but Louis V don't give a fuck about you if u ain't buyin his shit. U don't see that nigga runnin around wavin his Kanye wrag in the air ( I know that's T.I.) Fuck around Kanye is Loius V. Fuck around Micheal Jackson is Kanye. Keep gettin money Mike. U a bad-ass confused white-Black, lil' boy dick suckin' muthafucka. Love ur music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife said I should limit my cursing but fuck it. She'll be bloggin as well. 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