He was charged with murder in August 1993 after his bodyguard shot a man named Phillip Woldermarian both men were later acquitted. But when that song came out, I had a real murder case." (As it happens, Snoop's life-imitates-rap time line is a bit fuzzy. And I don't want to dwell on it long, but I wrote a song called 'Murder Was the Case,' and I never had a murder case in my life. I'll say it to my friends: Write songs about being shot at and then the shit happens. "If I focus on death," he tells me, "it's going to come closer than what it's supposed to be. In recent years, Snoop has come to believe that his old music was a self-fulfilling prophecy, an ill omen. as opposed to_ Fuck that-I'll shoot you on sight_." You put the guns away, and your music becomes Hey, I'm with my kid and I'm living now. As you become a man, you start having kids and living. "You always think 21 is your number in the hood, you know? Twenty-one. Snoop is now 41 years old, and when I ask him if he ever imagined he'd live this long, his answer comes fast. Dre's protégé and became a pivotal figure in the Death Row/Bad Boy hip-hop battles of the 1990s. Because while there are certain things about the man born Calvin Broadus that will never change-his love for smoking up, his mellow flow-he's clearly not the kid he was twenty years ago, when he rose to prominence out of Long Beach, California, as Dr.
The album and the movie are part of what Snoop is calling a spiritual rebirth. _That smells like weed! I wonder where the weed is. It's a smell that always stops you in your tracks and gets you searching for its point of origin. It's the scent of industry here, like chocolate factories in Hershey, Pennsylvania, or paper mills in inland Maine. Weed is in the air everywhere you go around here, wafting from the head shops and Russian dispensaries with their neon green crosses alight in the front windows. I'm waiting for Snoop outside Baby Blues BBQ in West Hollywood, and it's the perfect place to wait for Snoop, because this small stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard is a hot spot for California's kinda-legal medicinal-pot industry. You're gonna want weed, even if you don't like weed, even if you've never tried weed, because this is a story about the artist formerly known as Snoop Dogg, and this is the effect he has on people. You're gonna want to feel your tongue glide across the edge of a blunt wrapper, savor that tiny bit of rug burn you get on your thumb when you try to get your cheap lighter to spark. Because by the end of this little story, you're gonna want to see it, smell it, feel the soft crunch of a bud the size of a pear crumbling between your fingers.
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