Drake Soaks Panties, Proves You Want a Tour, Gets a Lil Wayne Cameo in Miami

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Check out Crossfade's full 28-photo slideshow from Drake at American Airlines Arena.

Drake's Would You Like A Tour?
With Future, Miguel, and others
American Airlines Arena, Miami
Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Better Than: Any other damn rapper/singer/sexy motherfucker out there right now.

Drake the type of dude to write so many chart-topping hits that you start to forget, then jump on stage and do them all back to freakin' back until your panties are all twisted up and useless.

Drake the type of dude to bring icons of modern hip-hop out onto the round and make 'em drop some rhymes, even though it's not their show.

Drake the type of dude to give his tour a title that's a boastful question, 'cause he knows he's going to set one of the biggest cities in the world on fire, even if it's only a Tuesday. And yes, you want the freakin' tour.

See also: YOLO: Drake's Four-Step Guide to Life

Photo by Sayre Berman
Check out Crossfade's full 28-photo slideshow from Drake at American Airlines Arena.

For his confidently coined Would You Like a Tour?, Drake hit the road with buddies Future and Miguel, though we only got into the Champion Stadium (AKA American Airlines Arena) with enough time to catch the back end of Miguel's sexy opening set. He was up there humping his microphone stand and singing sweet nothings, backed by a full band with keys, drums and guitars. Already, the girls were screaming.

Miami's largest venue was packed and ready to represent. Because Miami the type of city Drake name-drops on, like, every other song. It's his home away from home, and we were going to show the Toronto boy that we've got his back.

After a short intermission, the stage was set for Drake to make his entrance. It was a minimal setup, a beautiful white canvas with a ring-shaped walkway in the middle, at the center of which there was a pit for the band. In a lot of ways, Drizzy seems to take his cues from Yeezy and work the whole stage mostly by himself.

Photo by Sayre Berman

It was just after 9 p.m. when Drake stepped out, going right into "Tuscan Leather," the thoughtful, sensual intro off his latest album, Nothing Was the Same. The set would be heavy with tracks from this instant classic, not that the crowd would mind.

He pranced about the shimmering stage in white pants and a white jacket. But after running through about a minute of "Headlines" and "Crew Love," the jacket came off. Crowd decibels reached murderous levels as Drizzy's well-toned arms made their first appearance of the night. Dude can get any chick in the 305, that's a fact.

Then after a reprise of "Tuscan Leather," he stepped to the mic and got real with us. "Let me tell you, I waited a long fucking time to play this building right here," he said. "I just want to let you know a few things. My name is Aubrey Drake Graham. I was born in a place called Toronto, Canada. I represent that Young Money Cash Money, and I want you to know it is truly an honor to be here with you tonight."

A ghostly image of the Toronto skyline lit up the giant LED screens as he dove into "Wu Tang Forever." The air was thick with lust as the boyish crooner sang out "it's yours." Dude is on his king shit.

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American Airlines Arena

601 Biscayne Blvd., Miami, FL

Category: General

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Once again Kat Bein posts another shitty article, SUPRISE! Aside from looking like a desperate groupie, she can not even get her facts straight.

The article she references with Ghostface nominating Drake as the Top 3 Most Pussy Rappers (Classic) is not actually written by Ghostface. Rather it is written by someone pretending to be Ghostface, in order to use his signature dialogue "he need to take his Febreze-garglin, B-throwin, hoe-savin, bubblegum R&B ass home son". The guy runs a whole blog (Big Ghost) off this gimmick. \

Good job New Times, what does it take to get hired over there?

Do you guys even check facts?

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