A funny thing happens when people gain any type of notoriety. Suddenly everything is scrutinized and over-analyzed in a way that never was at the start of an artist's career. It's an unavoidable law of life... or is it?
Welcome to Snoopworld, where Chevys still are bouncin', would-be gangstas still kind of prowl the streets (albeit it's a new generation), explicit-isms flow like 40 oz. beer, and tempos best not harsh anyone's mellow.