Anyone who has listened to hip hop since the early 90’s probably has a complex set of feelings about Snoop Dogg, even if they don’t know it. It wasn’t until I threw down the paint that I realized this to be true. From the monster classic Gin and Juice, to the lesser known, dark tracks like my favorite I Can’t Swim, to some Huggy Bear, Old School cameo ish.

One thing remains true: it’s all about Snoop being Snoop. Sorry Manny.

Now, let’s see how Snoop came to be on my canvas with the help of the mans own words.

“With so much drama in the L-B-C, It’s kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G”; but I, somehow, some way, start out with a quick sketch on the shrink wrap every third day.

“So turn off the lights and close the doors”; and bust out a yellow sketch, cause I’m about to collage some words.

“I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down”; collage over the Dogg, he’s almost all covered up now.

“We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody”; Snoop has entered the lyrical protection program.

“There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted”; a second Dogg drawing, cadmium red blasted.

“Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no, I went back in, I forgot my indo”; so why not apply some deep indigo.

“She said, ‘If I can’t smoke none, she can’t either!'”; so throw down two shades of green into the ether.

“I’m shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg”; from visual obscurity.

“Murder… murder was the case that they gave me”; damn, I see blues and greens and.

“Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed”; never drop a red, always add a green.

“Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair”; soon will be darker for all to bear.

“Been workin on ya new album for two years strong”; and finally I feel like this shit is comin’ along.

“It’s structures to this game, it’s instinct mixed with knowledge”; you never know how the pigments fall, which words stay up in the collage.

“Oh yes I’m fresh and like spy from existence”; green in the back with puff puff pass Tuesday persistence.

“Well, not the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder Dogg”; if I don’t hit the colors right, it’ll be the Blunder Dogg.

“Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe”; once the tones get balanced, it’ll be tight.

“One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord”; right now Snoop and Freddie K be on the same board.

“The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to pussy”; so you can’t be tentative when you add the blues, B.

“I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors”; pushing the background back, opening doors.

“I jumped in the low-low and went on my way”; feeling the flow of light, no shade of grey.

“Bitch I’m down for No Limit, I ride for the cause”; about to make the background strong, because.

“See the cops is scared to come and get me”; probably because I’m surrounded by green.

“You fuckin’ round with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy”; throwin’ signs over a ballin’ Michael Vick-tor-E.

“Now matter where I go, you got’cha eyes on me,”; sittin’ around watchin Borbay paint me.

“I’m tellin’ you the good-god truth, you want proof?”; scroll up and down to see, click, it’s truth.

“I’m here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse”; Snoop Dogg.

The series is shaping up, three more heads to get at.

From left to right, Kanye, Jay-Z, Diddy, Snoop. Up next? Time for some blue and yellow purple pills to think on it.