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Like his new solo record, Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss, Bigg Snoop Dogg’s house is full of surprises. The two-story east Los Angeles County tract house at the end of one of a thousand cul-de-sacs is the smallest of three owned by the man who, along with Dr. Dre, turned California’s gangster rap scene into one big party 10 years ago. That’s 70 in dog years and perhaps just as long in the (hyper-speed) world of hip-hop. But far from being dog-tired, Snoop is ambitious about finally having his own label, and is putting out a record full of new tricks to celebrate.

The first unlikely sight at Snoop’s house rests deceptively inside a tall, carpet-covered cat-tree. Like one of his many gangsta idols, Vito Corleone in The Godfather, Tha Doggfather has a cat. An adorable but viscous cream-colored furball named Frank Sinatra that bites anyone who tries to pet it. But that’s not the biggest surprise. The walls, plastered with photos of athletes and entertainers posing with Snoop, are intermittently posted with signs reading, “No consumption of alcohol or smoking of any kind. No Exceptions. Bigg Snoop Dogg.”

Wait a minute. No smoking of anything? Cigarettes could perhaps be understood, but isn’t this house owned by the man who got a nation, “Rollin’ down the street smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin ‘n’ juice?” Isn’t this where the High Times Magazine Stoner of the Year for 2001 lives? Judging by the driveway full of cars that should be on the cover of Lowrider, and the statue of the Rottweilers boning on the staircase, it must be the Dogg’s house. What gives?

Somewhere in the skies in mid-September, there was a pig with wings, because in a bombshell press release Snoop shocked all by announcing that he had quit smoking marijuana. The thin and lanky rapper/actor/porn producer says that being the coach of his son’s football team had a lot to do with his decision.

“It was to be done, it had to be done,” he decrees. “And now I don’t have to be worrying about doing it in front of the kids.”
A little vigor rises in his voice as he adds, “[I quit] so people wouldn’t just always associate me with weed. I want them to associate me with creativity. I had to take the focus off of [weed] because that’s what the focus was always about.”

Snoop has also said he wants a different perspective on life. Ten years of partying made him what he is, and he wants to look down the mountain he’s atop of with a different set of eyes. He’s also denied claims that his health was a factor in the decision to quit, adding that he feels a little better and has a bit more energy nowadays.

But can a man whose past is proudly linked with smoking more bud than Cheech and Chong combined through countless lyrics and smoke-filled photos just walk away from a whole subculture of stoner fans? Snoop responds that he can’t change the past, he’s only looking to change the future and adds, with the sure authority of a man who makes his living being emphatic at the right time, “It’s my decision. It’s my choice to do what I want to do and there’s really no conversation or explanation to it.”

The new album still has some references to smoking herb. It’s hard to teach an old rapper new tricks. And though there was something in the air a few times that day, it could’ve been incense. Must have been.
With a life more devoted to milk and water than blunts and bottles, and a record finally being released on his own Doggy Style Records, it follows that there are big changes in Snoop’s musical modus operandi.

For starters, this is the first record on which he’s forgone using his own upcoming crew of producers for the talents of established beatmakers like The Neptunes, DJ Premier, Hi-Tek and Jelly Roll. Indeed, some of these tracks slam with an East Coast hardcore style so deep you’d never guess it was a Snoop song until you hear his unmistakable voice.

He mostly raps about his life, which is to say he raps about his rapping skills and pimping as a porn producer. Parenthood is cause for altering his personal habits, not his lyrics, he says, and only Will Smith writes songs about his kids. So you get Snoop dealing with his hos, riding with his homies and dissing the fakers and haters as usual. But you’ll be checking out your window for airborne swine again when you hear him drawl out amorous lines with the sincerity of an R&B singer on “I Believe in You,” an ode to his wife.

Snoop at first dismisses the love song as a feeling of a particular moment, “That music on that cut just made me write [those lyrics],” he says. There’s certain to be a lot of confused Snoop fans who might not be able to believe the man who once said, “I treat a bitch like 7-Up, I never have, I never will,” is in love. To them he says simply, “My wife ain’t one of my hos, so that ends that right there. I’m like President Clinton, you know he got hos but you know he got his.”

“I’ve always been able to express love on record. Just not a whole song and that’s where I’m at with it now,” he explains. “I said [On the Snoop classic “Murder Was the Case”] ‘I can’t die cuz my boo-boo’s ’bout to have my baby,’ That’s love right there, jack. I’ve been in love, I’ve been married at least five or six years.”

From a love song, it’s back to business, or that’s how Snoop responds with a sly laugh when asked for a comment about the next track beginning with him rapping, “You talk too much/ So get up outta my face unless you tryin’ to fuck.”

Besides rap, Snoop has seven feature films under his belt as an actor and has won awards in the adult entertainment industry for his hardcore porn videos.

With guests like retired pimp Archbishop Don “Magic” Juan giving him props, and multiple songs showcasing the expensive amenities of the lavish lifestyle, it’s clear that Snoop regards pimping the way most people regard accounting.

“It’s a nine-to-five,” he says of his porn producing. “Sex, money and murder is what drives America. Watch the news every night, the first thing that comes on is either sex, money or murder. I ain’t the only person doin’ it.” So Snoop’s lyrics will once again draw the ire of feminist groups and the religious right. That’s almost as predictable as the album going platinum (all of his solo releases have done so at least twice over).

He’s used to all that drama, but he may have bigger worries soon because he will most definitely enrage his former boss, recent parolee and Death Row Records head Suge Knight.

Snoop saves up his vitriol for the last cut of the record, “Pimp Slapped.” There, he unloads his most seething round of disses since he called Tim Dog’s mom a ’Frisco dyke’ on The Chronic. Claiming he made Death Row what it is and can knock it down just as easily, Snoop calls Suge a bitch and jumps on West Coast MCs Kurupt and Xzibit for associating with him.

“He’s been doing too much,” is Snoop’s only explanation for finally putting his rage on wax. Recently, Knight cleaned out the Death Row vaults and released two discs worth of old Snoop Dogg tracks under the ominous title Dead Man Walking, but Snoop wouldn’t divulge any specific reasons for the lyrical tongue lashing.

The single has been making waves in an industry still getting over the deadly outcomes of some of its famous feuds, but Snoop has a cocky nonchalance about the whole thing. “What can he do? That’s that ‘Shut Up’ music right there,” he shrugs.

That’s Snoop for you though, doing it and then dealing with it. He named his cat Frank Sinatra because Sinatra did it his way and had staying power. Sinatra was a star for 60 years. Snoop’s almost matched him in dog years and aims with unchecked confidence to catch up to The Chairman of the Board in real time.

He leans back in his chair as the girl twisting his hair back into corn-rows lets up for a second and sighs, “I’ll do it. I got to.”


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[topdogg187]

Like his new solo record, Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss, Bigg Snoop Dogg’s house is full of surprises. The two-story east Los Angeles County tract house at the end of one of a thousand cul-de-sacs is the smallest of three owned by the man who, along with Dr. Dre, turned California’s gangster rap scene into one big party 10 years ago. That’s 70 in dog years and perhaps just as long in the (hyper-speed) world of hip-hop. But far from being dog-tired, Snoop is ambitious about finally having his own label, and is putting out a record full of new tricks to celebrate.

The first unlikely sight at Snoop’s house rests deceptively inside a tall, carpet-covered cat-tree. Like one of his many gangsta idols, Vito Corleone in The Godfather, Tha Doggfather has a cat. An adorable but viscous cream-colored furball named Frank Sinatra that bites anyone who tries to pet it. But that’s not the biggest surprise. The walls, plastered with photos of athletes and entertainers posing with Snoop, are intermittently posted with signs reading, “No consumption of alcohol or smoking of any kind. No Exceptions. Bigg Snoop Dogg.”

Wait a minute. No smoking of anything? Cigarettes could perhaps be understood, but isn’t this house owned by the man who got a nation, “Rollin’ down the street smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin ‘n’ juice?” Isn’t this where the High Times Magazine Stoner of the Year for 2001 lives? Judging by the driveway full of cars that should be on the cover of Lowrider, and the statue of the Rottweilers boning on the staircase, it must be the Dogg’s house. What gives?

Somewhere in the skies in mid-September, there was a pig with wings, because in a bombshell press release Snoop shocked all by announcing that he had quit smoking marijuana. The thin and lanky rapper/actor/porn producer says that being the coach of his son’s football team had a lot to do with his decision.

“It was to be done, it had to be done,” he decrees. “And now I don’t have to be worrying about doing it in front of the kids.”
A little vigor rises in his voice as he adds, “[I quit] so people wouldn’t just always associate me with weed. I want them to associate me with creativity. I had to take the focus off of [weed] because that’s what the focus was always about.”

Snoop has also said he wants a different perspective on life. Ten years of partying made him what he is, and he wants to look down the mountain he’s atop of with a different set of eyes. He’s also denied claims that his health was a factor in the decision to quit, adding that he feels a little better and has a bit more energy nowadays.

But can a man whose past is proudly linked with smoking more bud than Cheech and Chong combined through countless lyrics and smoke-filled photos just walk away from a whole subculture of stoner fans? Snoop responds that he can’t change the past, he’s only looking to change the future and adds, with the sure authority of a man who makes his living being emphatic at the right time, “It’s my decision. It’s my choice to do what I want to do and there’s really no conversation or explanation to it.”

The new album still has some references to smoking herb. It’s hard to teach an old rapper new tricks. And though there was something in the air a few times that day, it could’ve been incense. Must have been.
With a life more devoted to milk and water than blunts and bottles, and a record finally being released on his own Doggy Style Records, it follows that there are big changes in Snoop’s musical modus operandi.

For starters, this is the first record on which he’s forgone using his own upcoming crew of producers for the talents of established beatmakers like The Neptunes, DJ Premier, Hi-Tek and Jelly Roll. Indeed, some of these tracks slam with an East Coast hardcore style so deep you’d never guess it was a Snoop song until you hear his unmistakable voice.

He mostly raps about his life, which is to say he raps about his rapping skills and pimping as a porn producer. Parenthood is cause for altering his personal habits, not his lyrics, he says, and only Will Smith writes songs about his kids. So you get Snoop dealing with his hos, riding with his homies and dissing the fakers and haters as usual. But you’ll be checking out your window for airborne swine again when you hear him drawl out amorous lines with the sincerity of an R&B singer on “I Believe in You,” an ode to his wife.

Snoop at first dismisses the love song as a feeling of a particular moment, “That music on that cut just made me write [those lyrics],” he says. There’s certain to be a lot of confused Snoop fans who might not be able to believe the man who once said, “I treat a bitch like 7-Up, I never have, I never will,” is in love. To them he says simply, “My wife ain’t one of my hos, so that ends that right there. I’m like President Clinton, you know he got hos but you know he got his.”

“I’ve always been able to express love on record. Just not a whole song and that’s where I’m at with it now,” he explains. “I said [On the Snoop classic “Murder Was the Case”] ‘I can’t die cuz my boo-boo’s ’bout to have my baby,’ That’s love right there, jack. I’ve been in love, I’ve been married at least five or six years.”

From a love song, it’s back to business, or that’s how Snoop responds with a sly laugh when asked for a comment about the next track beginning with him rapping, “You talk too much/ So get up outta my face unless you tryin’ to fuck.”

Besides rap, Snoop has seven feature films under his belt as an actor and has won awards in the adult entertainment industry for his hardcore porn videos.

With guests like retired pimp Archbishop Don “Magic” Juan giving him props, and multiple songs showcasing the expensive amenities of the lavish lifestyle, it’s clear that Snoop regards pimping the way most people regard accounting.

“It’s a nine-to-five,” he says of his porn producing. “Sex, money and murder is what drives America. Watch the news every night, the first thing that comes on is either sex, money or murder. I ain’t the only person doin’ it.” So Snoop’s lyrics will once again draw the ire of feminist groups and the religious right. That’s almost as predictable as the album going platinum (all of his solo releases have done so at least twice over).

He’s used to all that drama, but he may have bigger worries soon because he will most definitely enrage his former boss, recent parolee and Death Row Records head Suge Knight.

Snoop saves up his vitriol for the last cut of the record, “Pimp Slapped.” There, he unloads his most seething round of disses since he called Tim Dog’s mom a ’Frisco dyke’ on The Chronic. Claiming he made Death Row what it is and can knock it down just as easily, Snoop calls Suge a bitch and jumps on West Coast MCs Kurupt and Xzibit for associating with him.

“He’s been doing too much,” is Snoop’s only explanation for finally putting his rage on wax. Recently, Knight cleaned out the Death Row vaults and released two discs worth of old Snoop Dogg tracks under the ominous title Dead Man Walking, but Snoop wouldn’t divulge any specific reasons for the lyrical tongue lashing.

The single has been making waves in an industry still getting over the deadly outcomes of some of its famous feuds, but Snoop has a cocky nonchalance about the whole thing. “What can he do? That’s that ‘Shut Up’ music right there,” he shrugs.

That’s Snoop for you though, doing it and then dealing with it. He named his cat Frank Sinatra because Sinatra did it his way and had staying power. Sinatra was a star for 60 years. Snoop’s almost matched him in dog years and aims with unchecked confidence to catch up to The Chairman of the Board in real time.

He leans back in his chair as the girl twisting his hair back into corn-rows lets up for a second and sighs, “I’ll do it. I got to.”


http://www.meanstreet.biz/issue.php?issue_id=6

well from that interview i think that vicious flow is goin to be on the album because that line they said is the way snoop starts off his rapping ont hat song. I hate vicious flow and hope it doesn't make the album.

[Myrealname]

Like his new solo record, Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss, Bigg Snoop Dogg’s house is full of surprises. The two-story east Los Angeles County tract house at the end of one of a thousand cul-de-sacs

Which part of l.a. is the east los angeles county ?
I thought snoop lives in claremont (not too far from pomona,right ?)

[heyyou]

I am feeling viscous flow, always have from the beginning & I've never been bored of if. It's a tight track, but it hasn't ben listen on any of the recent rumoured tracklistings, perhaps it's Lollipop feat. Jay-Z, Soopafly, Nate Dogg, prod. Just Blaze, they may have just changed it. Could be interesting if they did change it.

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Which part of l.a. is the east los angeles county ?
I thought snoop lives in claremont (not too far from pomona,right

He has 3 different houses, it said near the start.