"Who is that? Is that Rachel from BET ? Well, whoever she is, she fine as a motherfucker. "When you allow evolution to happen, that's when it becomes the greatest thing it could possibly be." He's still staring at the screen and comes to a sudden stop. It's from the heart and soul." He talks about how he has changed as a man, a husband, a father of three. Snoop has just made a documentary that charts his path from gun-toting gangsta-rapper to the peace-and-love Rastafarian who claims to have been reincarnated (the name of both the film and his new album). No sooner has he sat down than he is up and dancing.
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He shakes hands, asks one of his homies why there is no oil in his ganja pipe, flicks on the huge flatscreen TV in front of us and starts watching a bit of Snoop history. He slopes in, long and loping, in a white T-shirt, dark jeans and jacket, trainers and shades, blingtastic lion medallion hanging down his chest, patchy Rasta beard, and surprisingly beautiful.
On the walls are huge Snoop posters, to the left is the Snoop television studio, where two near-naked women are chatting, and to my right is an old-fashioned video with a stack of Snoop VHSs lined up alongside it. We meet in his management office in Los Angeles, an enormous warehouse dedicated to all things Snoop. Snoop Dogg is dead, long live Snoop Lion. The rapper, actor, gangster and stoner extraordinaire has reinvented himself as a reggae-singing messenger of hope.
Snoop appears, as if by magic, in a puff of his own smoke.