Snoop Dogg:It's all about the chronic!

[Crenshaw_blvd]

"The reason i can speak with such authority about the subject of drugs and the hold they can have on a nigger's life is that i've been there.The actual fact is,I'm still here.
I've been smoking chronic since before i can remember and nothing's changed.I'm still blowing upward of an ounce a day, between me and my posse.There's hardly a time between when i wake up and when my head hits the pillow that i'm not toking on a blunt, rolling one up, or passing one around.
Marijuana is a fact of my life,and if u don't like it, u can kiss my black ass.An ounce a day is what you might call a major commitment to getting high and staying high, and if u want to call that an addiction,i'm not going to argue the point.
I depend on indo for all kinds of things-to get my creative flow going in the studio, to help me deal with the high pressure
job of staying one step ahead of the music business, to keep me calm and cooled out when everyone else around me is watching and wondering what move i'm going to make next.
For some fools, it's a three-martini lunch, a bottle of Chateau Lafitte at dinner, and a snifter of Hennessey at bedtime.
For me, it's a blunt of sinsemilla for breakfast,a blast of bud for lunch, and whatever's left in the ashtray for a late night snack.Weed is my escape,and my best guess is if we didn't all need to escape every once in a while,there'd be no one popping Prozac or snorting shine or drinking a six of Colt 45 just to get up for the week end.
The situation with chronic is definitely one you can't work out on a one-plus-one tip.It just won't add up if u try it that way.
On one side of the equation,i've got a lifelong habit, a way of getting through the hard times and celebrating the good times that i'm not so sure i could do without, and i'm damn sure i wouldn't even want to try.On the other side, i've got two young sons who never had the chance to fuck up their lives by learning to depend on something else besides themselves and the gifts god gave them in the first place.
I've got to ask my self-would i want them to follow in my path?After all, they wouldn't have any trouble finding it...just follow the smell of smoke that dogs me wherever i go.
But do i want them tripping down places they may not be able
to find their way out of?Am i setting a good example for my sons?Will the day come when i sit them down,take out a blunt,
and teach them how to old that smoke down deep in their lungs until they feel that rush and start seeing those colors exploding behind their eyeballs?...."
-Snoop dogg

(from his book "the times,trials,and hardcore truths of snoop dogg")

[Trauma-san]

Ha! thats' very well written.  I wonder if snop wrote it, or it was ghostwritten?  Does anybody know if he actually wrote the book, or just talked to  someone else and had them reword it.  Hollllllla if you hear me.

[Big BpG]

David Seay helped in the writing of the book...

-Big BpG

[AxleF]

Lil Jay (www.westcoast2k.cjb.net) and I were just talking about this.  I've been smoking about a 1/8th everyday since 1995 (non broke days, that is!)

But anyway, it's funny cuz sometimes I smoke and don't even want too.  It's just out of habit.  I can't sit in front of my computer and deal with this online game without a bowl, brew and a cig.  So I guess my tolerance for this game is dependent on my shit being within arms reach.  

Another twist to it all is that I have a little daughter and she’s used to seeing me with blood shot eyes and smelling like bud but I’m the same.  Meaning, she doesn’t notice a thing because it’s just same ole daddy.  “Daddy smells like this.”

I made the decision a while ago to not be “fanatical” about hiding bud.  It’s not like I blow weed in my daughters face, but I will take a “break” to the next room or the patio and burn a bowl.  I figure, if I hide it then I'm admitting it’s wrong and I don’t think bud is wrong.  I feel like, it’s natural.  Not that it’s good for me, but that it’s natural.  My answer to this debate is to simply focus on communicating with your kids.  

My little girl is going to see shit regardless. I mean all I can do is be a father and maintain a positive line of communication with her.  This goes for dating, sex, drugs, music, movies etc.  You can’t shelter your kids from shit.  You have to be committed to communication and let them make their own decisions.  But I do see the flip side of what Snoop is saying also.  Even still, I’m sticking to my guns on this one.  I’m never giving up Jane!

Kev aka Ax

[Big BpG]

Snoop Talking About Sherm Heads... after he Met One

For those of you that never heard, a Sherm is a sherman cigarette soaked in embalming fluid, which is about the most evil shit any mad scientist ever invented. Cocaine is a harsh chemical, for sure, but that juice makes rock seem like a 100 percent natural product, straight from mother nature. Sherms make you crazy, pure and simple-you don't know where you are or what you're doing, but you got enough muscle and momentum in you to tear the door off a fucking armored car. No shit, I've seen sherm heads fight off a dozen big paramedics tryin to strap the motherfucker down in the back of an ambulance. Word: sherm heads are bad news  and thats all there is to that. (page 97)

-Snoop Dogg (The Times, Trials, and Hardcore Truths of Snoop Dogg)



-Big BpG

[Crenshaw_blvd]

"I've got to ask my self-would i want them to follow in my path?After all, they wouldn't have any trouble finding it...just follow the smell of smoke that dogs me wherever i go."

"For me, it's a blunt of sinsemilla for breakfast,a blast of bud for lunch, and whatever's left in the ashtray for a late night snack." DAMN

[AxleF]

Snoop Talking About Sherm Heads... after he Met One

For those of you that never heard, a Sherm is a sherman cigarette soaked in embalming fluid, which is about the most evil shit any mad scientist ever invented. Cocaine is a harsh chemical, for sure, but that juice makes rock seem like a 100 percent natural product, straight from mother nature. Sherms make you crazy, pure and simple-you don't know where you are or what you're doing, but you got enough muscle and momentum in you to tear the door off a fucking armored car. No shit, I've seen sherm heads fight off a dozen big paramedics tryin gto strap the motherfucking down in the back of an ambulance. Word: sherm heads are bad news  and thats all there is to that. (page 97)

-Snoop Dogg (The Times, Trials, and Hardcore Truths of Snoop Dogg)

-Big BpG

Yea BP.  Sherm is actually a joint or thin blunt dipped in liquid PCP.  I know some old timers in L.A. who fucked with that shit back in the 70s and they got it bad.  One of them (named Chuck) has to get Dialysis 2wice a week cuz of drugs.  Pimps, and hustlers from the late 70z to mid 80z fucked with PCP a lot and sold crack.  PCP was considered safe like “E” is now.  You can tell just by seeing them today.  Man, it’s really a trip.  Mr. OG Chuck has sooooo many dope stories from his hustling days.  And to see him now is scary.  

I would have never guess, in a million years that Sherm and crack took his life away.  I love talking to “Old Timers” about dope and shit.  The 70z / 80z where awesome to me!  Just the stories.  They keep my complete attention.  Respect the old timers ya'll.  They got stories!

Kev Aka Ax

[Crenshaw_blvd]

(from his book "the times,trials,and hardcore truths of snoop dogg")


-My mother's brother marvin used to come around the crib every once in a while and he and i would sit out in the backyard and share one of those big fat blunts he'd rolled up with that homegrown shit of his.We'd get a good buzz on and the afternoon would just kind of drift along in that no-hassle zone where everything is cool and nothing can mess with your head until someone next door would start cooking up some barbecue and get you so hungry you'd have to get your ass up and eat a half dozen peanut butter sandwiches or a box of Cherrios or whatever else you can grab in the kitchen that your mama hadn't nailed down.Those were good times"

-While i couldn't tell you that i planned the whole thing out in advance, i knew going in what the outcome would have to be.
And that was the whole idea.If they were going to cut me loose, i'd have to give them a good reason, which is exactly what i did one morning not long before graduation when i showed up in homeroom with the biggest,fattest blunt i could roll hanging out of the corner of my mouth.I stepped down the aisle-with kids staring after me,laughing and rolling their eyes and giving each other high fives like i was some kind of outlaw hero come to set their asses free-and sat down at my desk letting out the smoke from a big toke and tipping the ash onto the floor.The teacher came charging over to me and i held up the joint like maybe she wanted a pull and the whole class took to yelling and cheering and carrying on while the teacher got on the intercom and called for security-

[Big BpG]

(from his book "the times,trials,and hardcore truths of snoop dogg")

-While i couldn't tell you that i planned the whole thing out in advance, i knew going in what the outcome would have to be.
And that was the whole idea.If they were going to cut me loose, i'd have to give them a good reason, which is exactly what i did one morning not long before graduation when i showed up in homeroom with the biggest,fattest blunt i could roll hanging out of the corner of my mouth.I stepped down the aisle-with kids staring after me,laughing and rolling their eyes and giving each other high fives like i was some kind of outlaw hero come to set their asses free-and sat down at my desk letting out the smoke from a big toke and tipping the ash onto the floor.The teacher came charging over to me and i held up the joint like maybe she wanted a pull and the whole class took to yelling and cheering and carrying on while the teacher got on the intercom and called for security-

I laughed my ass off at this when I read it... Snoop had sex for the first time when he was 12..... with 2, not 1, but 2 girls.... damn!!!!!  I would write it out, but its too long... myrealname... you should write it out

-Big BpG

[Crenshaw_blvd]

"On the streets sellin dubs"

-Suddenly,from every corner of the streets, i saw big men in windbreakers and sunglasses rushing toward me.
I straightened up and for a heartbeat and a half looked around me,wondering where the bust was going down.
Then,before i could pull another breath,they had drawn down on me and i was staring up the barrels of a dozen police service revolvers and a bunch of other heavy-duty firepower coming up from around the other side of the car.
A squad of berries came screaming around the corner and screeched to a stop at the scene of the crime.
"Freeze!"one of the cops shouted, but he didn't need to tell me.I couldn't have moved if i'd wanted to.My feet were stuck to the pavement and all i could feel was that fistful of dub vials getting bigger and bigger in my hand as i stood there with a dumb look on my face and a feeling in my gut like i'd been kicked by a Mississippi mule-

[Crenshaw_blvd]

(from his book "the times,trials,and hardcore truths of snoop dogg")

-It wasn't until i was twelve years old that i finally put it all together and got instructed in how to put tab A into slot B.
And when my cherry did get popped, i didn't mess around.
I had 2 girls teaching me to bump at the same time.
I was chilling at the house of one of them up on Twenty-third
street one day after school when it was real hot and we had the curtains pulled in her bedroom,all alone in the house with her mama out working and her brothers and sisters playing out on the street.I can still remember hearing their laughing and shouting through the window where we were sitting in the dark,playing  around with each other with no serious direction in mind.We must have been at it in there about a half hour when the door creaked open and somebody moved up alongside the bed and started giggling.I about jumped out of my skin with embarrassment,but then i saw that it was only another homegirl from down the block.The two of them started laughing together then,pointing at me, standing in the corner with my pants down around my ankles,and that was getting me mad,so i started cussing them out and they started laughing even harder and pretty soon we were all back on the bed,only this time they both had their hands in my pants,with one's tongue in my mouth and the other's in my ear.I don't know where they learned to do all that shit, but i wasn't about to stop them,especially when they started taking off their clothes and rubbing against me,one on either side.Then,without exactly knowing how,they got me all moved around into the right position;i was suddenly on top of one of them,with the other kind of sitting on the sidelines coaxing us along and giving us pointers.I couldn't tell you which was which,but it didn't matter much anyway,because after a while they switched places and it was about then that i started getting that strange feeling down between my legs.I knew that i'd just had sex for the first time,and as far as i was concerned,it might just as well been the last.I felt weak and tired and a little sick to my stomach and i was thinking that if this was what everybody was getting so excited about and trying to get a piece of, like they were going to die if they didn't have some first thing in the morning and last thing at night,well,then,they were welcome to it.I preferred sports.-

[Crenshaw_blvd]

(from his book "the times,trials,and hardcore truths of snoop dogg")

-Day in and day out i was working my game at sixty-first,and if the city gave out chamber of commerce awards for the hardest-working dope dealer in long beach,you better believe i would have had a plaque hanging right over my fireplace.
But,given the nature of business,i had as much time for playing as i did for moving merchandise.One of the first things
i did with my profits was buy myself a car,a'77 Cutlass Supreme four-door i got off one of the homeboys from compton for three hundred dollars.It didn't drive for shit,and every time you hit the brakes you could hear it squealing like a bitch in heat,but i loved the lines of that car and the way i looked sitting behind the weel,like something out of Superfly.
All that was missing was one of those big floppy pimp hats and a furlined coat cut tight at the waist.
I know, i can hear you motherfuckers laughing now,just picturing this big gangly nigger folded up like a pocketknife in the backseat of that funky old car,with his smelly kicks and his busted Coleco and a pile of empty Jack in the Box bags piling up on the floor-

[Dogg_Pound_Gangsta]

an ounce of weed per day? shit thats a lot.  me and sugafoot smoked a dub and got high as fuck.  if i smoked an ounce per day i would prolly be dead cuz i woulldnt move.

[Fashizzle]

An ounce a day aint no thang, the tolerance level raises up easy to this level if you blow chronic everyday for some years!
Sunshine - My favourite girl...

[littlesnoopdogg]

An ounce a day is alot of money, but if i had as much money as these rappers, i know for a fact it would be an oz. a day. When I get shit cheap enough and I make $300 or $400 and have 3 oz.'s, i always roll one ounce into 4 blunts and smoke em w/ a few homies.