Ashanti is not a girl, not quite a diva, and getting better all the time. With virtually no melodic support just Irv Gotti's tinny drums and an electrified bass line she turns in her strongest vocal yet. Meth barely pays her lip service, while Paul Wall champions only himself and his teeth. They're not buying her woe-is-me routine, but you should.
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