My mom is getting married today. I'm thrilled for her. My hair is done, my nails are painted, and now I'm in my aunts basement watching rap videos with my cousins to pass the time.
I have to make a speech. I hope I don't get shaky hands and red face and dry mouth. I hope I don't fart. Or let a few profanities slip.
But hey, it ain't about me. Congrats ma, you'll be a radiant bride. Enjoy every single moment.
Back to Ludacris.