Snoop's debut album, Doggystyle, produced by Dr. Dre and released in 1993 by Death Row Records, debuted at number one on both the Billboard 200 and Billboard Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums charts. Selling almost a million copies in the first week of its release, Doggystyle became certified 4× platinum in 1994 and spawned several hit singles, including "What's My Name?" and "Gin & Juice". In 1994 Snoop released a soundtrack on Death Row Records for the short film Murder Was the Case, starring himself. His second album, Tha Doggfather (1996), also debuted at number one on both charts, with "Snoop's Upside Ya Head" as the lead single. The album was certified double platinum in 1997.
After leaving Death Row Records, Snoop signed with No Limit Records, where he recorded his next three albums, Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told (1998), No Limit Top Dogg (1999), and Tha Last Meal (2000). Snoop then signed with Priority/Capitol/EMI Records in 2002, where he released Paid tha Cost to Be da Boss. He then signed with Geffen Records in 2004 for his next three albums, R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece, Tha Blue Carpet Treatment, and Ego Trippin'. Malice 'n Wonderland (2009), and Doggumentary (2011) were released on Priority. Snoop Dogg has starred in motion pictures and hosted several television shows, including Doggy Fizzle Televizzle, Snoop Dogg's Father Hood, and Dogg After Dark. He also coaches a youth football league and a high school football team. In September 2009 Snoop was hired by EMI as the chairman of reactivated Priority Records.
In 2012, after a trip to Jamaica, Snoop announced a conversion to Rastafarianism and a new alias, Snoop Lion. As Snoop Lion he released a reggae album, Reincarnated, and a documentary film of the same name, about his Jamaican experience, in early 2013. His 13th studio album, Bush, was released in May 2015 and marked a return of the Snoop Dogg name. His 14th solo studio album, Coolaid, was released in July 2016. Snoop has 17 Grammy nominations without a win.
In 2018, he released his first gospel album, Bible of Love.
Kool Moe Dee ranks Snoop at No. 33 in his book There's a God on the Mic, and says he has "an ultra-smooth, laidback delivery" and "flavor-filled melodic rhyming". Peter Shapiro describes Snoop's delivery as a "molasses drawl" and AllMusic notes his "drawled, laconic rhyming" style. Kool Moe Dee refers to Snoop's use of vocabulary, saying he "keeps it real simple...he simplifies it and he's effective in his simplicity".
Snoop is known to freestyle some of his lyrics on the spot for some songs – in the book How to Rap, Lady of Rage says, "Snoop Dogg, when I worked with him earlier in his career, that's how created his stuff... he would freestyle, he wasn't a writer then, he was a freestyler," and The D.O.C. states, "Snoop's [rap] was a one take willy, but his shit was all freestyle. He hadn't written nothing down. He just came in and started busting. The song was "Tha Shiznit"—that was all freestyle. He started busting and when we got to the break, Dre cut the machine off, did the chorus and told Snoop to come back in. He did that throughout the record. That's when Snoop was in the zone then."
Peter Shapiro says that Snoop debuted on "Deep Cover" with a "shockingly original flow – which sounded like a Slick Rick born in South Carolina instead of South London" and adds that he "showed where his style came from by covering Slick Rick's 'La Di Da Di'". Referring to Snoop's flow, Kool Moe Dee calls him "one of the smoothest, funkiest flow-ers in the game". How to Rap also notes that Snoop is known to use syncopation in his flow to give it a laidback quality, as well as 'linking with rhythm' in his compound rhymes, using alliteration, and employing a "sparse" flow with good use of pauses.
Snoop re-popularized the use of -izzle speak, particularly in the pop and hip-hop music industry.
Snoop Dogg is a lifelong fan of professional wrestling. On March 30, 2008, Snoop Dogg appeared at WrestleMania XXIV as a Master of Ceremonies for a tag team match between Maria and Ashley Massaro as they took on Beth Phoenix and Melina. On a March 23, 2015 episode of Raw, Snoop Dogg appeared in a segment with Hulk Hogan and Curtis Axel. At WrestleMania 32, he accompanied his cousin Sasha Banks to the ring for her match, rapping over her theme music. He was also inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2016.
Broadus made a special guest appearance in All Elite Wrestling on the January 6, 2021, episode of AEW Dynamite, titled New Year's Smash. During this appearance, Snoop appeared in the corner of Cody Rhodes during Rhodes's match with Matt Sydal. He later gave Serpentico a Frog Splash, with Rhodes then delivering a three-count.
Snoop Dogg would join The Miz to host both nights of WrestleMania 39. During Night 1, he accompanied Rey Mysterio in a lowrider during his entrance, paying tribute to the late Eddie Guerrero. On Night 2, he introduced Shane McMahon to face The Miz in another spontaneous match. McMahon would sustain a quad injury during the match prompting Snoop Dogg to improvise and finish the match himself, ultimately defeating Miz. Snoop Dogg's improvisational acts were lauded by wrestlers and executives, including WWE chief content officer Triple H.
O.G.
Snoop Dogg Lyrics
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Snoop (Daz):
Yeah what I'ma do right here is take my time
and dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the MC and the homie Nate).
So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.
Snoop:
Lets speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
I learned than from the G's,
a G is an overseer, the overseer sees.
More than you do 'cause he gets experienced,
and besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
she said: "playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we enter the house,
come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch?"
They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a T-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.
Nate:
My homie told me one day he had a jack move,
he said: "come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools",
next day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
saying to myself "I'll never fuck with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I learned to be
what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
Original gangsta
Daz:
I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an O.G.,
beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
with the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door,
to let you know we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
and let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
and ask myself: "who the fuck should I really fear?".
I ran around with the best killers,
thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(???) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for good luck,
serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
a grown child laying niggas the fuck down.
Nate (Daz):
Original gangsta (original gangsta),
coming from Long Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times]
shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z,
shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G,
shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P,
shout outs to my niggas see, Style and me.
Snoop (Nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a true story.
you know what I'm saying? It's a G thang baby (original gangsta)
You trick ass bitch!
In Snoop Dogg feat. Nate Dogg's song O.G., Snoop starts by dedicating the song to his friends who are either behind bars or have passed away. He then takes a trip down memory lane accompanied by Nate, reminiscing about their childhood and how they used to ride together without a care in the world. But times have changed, and they have become hardened by their experiences, especially the time they have spent locked up. Snoop narrates how he was arrested at a young age and was punished for his wrongdoings while Nate recounts how he got into trouble with the law after a "jack move" gone bad. Both artists have since become "original gangstas" or O.G.s, and they proclaim their status as a warning to anyone who might think of coming after them.
The lyrics in this song shed light on the realities of growing up in neighborhoods infested with crime and gangs. It highlights the destructive path that many young people follow when they feel they have no other options. The song also speaks to the idea of becoming a hardened criminal, which is something that young people often embrace as a way to survive in a violent world.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, what I'ma do right here is take my time and dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace and my niggas behind the wall.
I am going to take my time and dedicate this song to my friends who have passed away and my friends who are currently in prison.
See you when I get there, you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
I will see you all when I eventually join you, understand? (for real though)
So drip with me as I go down memory lane.
Join me as I reminisce about the past.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener (1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
It's crazy how things seem better somewhere else (1 8 7, or murder, is just a minor crime).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up, some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
I have witnessed many people become successful, but few have met tragic endings, some have died while wearing their prison pants tightly.
But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang, ('cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
But it's a thing of the East Side, and it's associated with gang violence, because if we fight to the music, then we dance to the gunfire.
I bring you the motherfucking .38, (just get the MC and the homie Nate).
I will bring you the powerful .38 caliber gun, just get the microphone controller and my friend Nate.
So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide, as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
So we can smoothly move along, as I guide you through a journey while riding in the neighborhood (East Side).
Do you remember back on the East Side? Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
Do you recall the past on the East Side? Where all of us would enjoy cruising together.
We didn't care what we did, time was nothing to us we were just kids.
We didn't worry about consequences, time was insignificant because we were just young.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck, I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck.
Times have changed, but you still face troubles, I am not a child anymore, I simply don't care.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me, keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.
So if you're considering confronting me, remember this: I am an original gangster.
Lets speed the clock up and pass some time, June 17th, 1979.
Let's fast-forward and skip ahead, to June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested, I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
That was my initial encounter with the law, I am aware of my wrongdoing, but I won't admit to it.
I learned than from the G's, a G is an overseer, the overseer sees.
I learned that from the experienced gangsters, a G is a leader who observes and understands.
More than you do 'cause he gets experienced, and besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
They have greater knowledge than you because they gain experience, and also I am just a troubled young offender.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home, my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
So I was absent, and I am returning home, my mother is coming to pick me up, and I run away with uncertainty.
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She gives me a coat to wear and provides me with a comb, we pause and indulge in frozen treats.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done, she said: "playing football should be your only fun son".
She informs me that what I did was unnecessary, she said: "you should only find enjoyment in playing football, my son".
I'm like "allright" so we enter the house, come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I respond with "alright", so we enter the house, we approach the door and my dad shoots himself in the head.
I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch, I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch?"
I couldn't do anything but cry like a coward, I stared at my mother and uttered: "damn, why did you betray us?"
They put me on punishment but that didn't work, now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a T-shirt.
They punished me, but it didn't have an impact, now I wear prison pants, boots, and a T-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides, I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.
And representing my local gang, I commit my first robbery and now I have to serve a sentence.
My homie told me one day he had a jack move, he said: "come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth".
One day, my friend informed me he had a plan to commit a robbery, he said: "let's go Nate Dogg, it will go smoothly".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools", next day we were draped in the county blues.
I agreed and said, "let's go and rob those idiots", the next day we were dressed in prison uniforms.
I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years), saying to myself "I'll never fuck with that nigga again".
I served some time in prison (seventeen years), telling myself "I will never engage with that person again".
'fore I'm locked down I learned to be what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
Before I was imprisoned, I learned to become the person I am now, and that's an original gangster.
I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials, never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
I was raised in the city as a young man, confronted challenges, never showed joy, and eventually became a gangster.
You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an O.G., beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers.
You would find me using foul language and telling falsehoods, attempting to portray myself as an original gangster, violently attacking individuals for various reasons, including their clothing brand.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies, with the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
As the person pulling the trigger, engaging in robberies, supported by my friends, no one could intervene, nobody was familiar with me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me, because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Physically harming individuals for minor offenses, naive individuals should be aware of my reputation, because we are no longer tolerating any nonsense.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door, to let you know we can't take no more.
Prepare yourself, nigga, as we forcefully enter your home, to convey the message that we will not tolerate any further mistreatment.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends, and let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Experiencing a desire for vengeance, killing enemies, even if they are friends or family, making you bear the consequences for the loss of my friend's life.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair, and ask myself: "who the fuck should I really fear?".
Flipping a coin, running my fingers through my hair, and questioning myself: "who the hell should I truly be afraid of?".
I ran around with the best killers, thug criminals and drug dealers.
I associated myself with the most skilled murderers, violent criminals, and drug peddlers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us, (???) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Shooting individuals if they approach us, possessing an aura of malevolence, no one could assist us even if they wanted to.
Knock on wood for good luck, serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Rapping on wood for good fortune, intimidating every person in your neighborhood with a firearm, now you have been affected.
Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack, a grown child laying niggas the fuck down.
Exhibited a strong, intimidating demeanor, a mature individual who effortlessly defeats opponents.
Original gangsta (original gangsta), coming from Long Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
An authentic gangster, originating from Long Beach (the city close to the sea where people are familiar with me).
Coming from the East Side... You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please, see-O-B.'s can't see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times]
Representing the East Side... You are messing with The Pound, oh nigga please, law enforcement officers can't comprehend the greatness of the D-O-double G's, [original gangsters... repeat 5 times]
Shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z, shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G, shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P, shout outs to my niggas see, Style and me.
Sending greetings to my friend Mr. D-A-Z, sending greetings to my friend Mr. Warren G, sending greetings to my friend S-N-double O-P, sending greetings to my friends see, Style and myself.
Yeah, straight up, based on a true story. you know what I'm saying? It's a G thang baby (original gangsta) You trick ass bitch!
Yes, absolutely, based on a true story. Do you understand what I'm saying? It's a gangster thing, baby (original gangster). You deceitful person!
Lyrics © Budde Music Publishing GmbH, THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BRET D. LEWIS DBA SMOKING WORD RECORDS, Broma 16, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JEREMY KULOUSEK, CALVIN BROADUS (SNOOP DOGG), ERIC A DAN, SHANTE FRANKLIN, JAMES T MASSIE, CAMERON THOMAS
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