“font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;”>To be honest, I wasn’t really looking forward to the Lil Wayne show at Verizon Wireless Amphitheater Sunday. Considering that the miniature rapper was just here only a few months ago, I wasn’t expectin’ him to really serve me with anything different than he did before. With that sentiment, he didn’t disappoint. Now don’t get me wrong, I like me some Weezy as much as the rest of Labadie Street, but it would have been nice if he presented something more than the same EVERYTHING. Also, if I could be frank (would you have it any other way?) that Shanell girl that Wayne has been tryin’ to shove down our throats lately really needs to take the nearest seat. I’m not knockin’ her ‘cause she seemingly has a good voice, but I feel her placement in the middle of Wayne’s show is ill advised and so is that terrible toilet chain jump rope she has hanging from her nose. As soon as she hits the stage, everyone collectively takes their seats (think of Michelle of Destiny’s Child doing a solo). But other than that, I wasn’t extremely upset with Wayne’s showin’ as he went H.A.M on some songs like “I’m Goin In,” “Go DJ,” and “6 Foot 7 Foot.” As for the openers… Lloyd: a reminder that just because you are all of 4ft 5, doesn’t mean you can’t be a star, especially if you can whine the house down; Keri Hilson: the most tired girl on the block…..not even a whole compact of Maybelline and Cover Girl could hide that fact; Rick Ross: please keep the shirt down. The stomach tumor/octomom at third trimester look has never been what’s hot in the summer.