Q: Why does Snoop Dogg carry an umbrella?
A: Fo’ drizzle.
I’ve seen more than my share of that car commercial where Snoop stars alongside that other badass mofo, exceedingly white former Chrysler chairman Lee Iacocca.
For those who haven’t had the pleasure, it’s not that extensive: Snoop shows up at a golf course and plays alongside Iacocca while they talk shop i.e. car marketing.
Now, I’ve always had a respect for Mr. Dogg — or as my 9th grade Social Studies teacher once called him, “Snoopy Dog Dog.” We’re similar, Snoop and I: tall and lanky, creative and articulate individuals who have had trouble with the law and made their reputations in rapping.
But lately, Snoop and I haven’t seen eye-to-eye. I’ll go ahead and quote Bill Hicks: “You do a commercial, you’re off the artistic roll call.” Snoop was once the embodiment of gangsta rap; now he’s poking so much fun at himself he’s in danger of popping, or at least facilitating the escape of some of that smoky air.
Snoop Dogg, your image has collapsed under its own weight. Take whatever modicum of dignity you have left and put it in a safety deposit box, one that can hold abstract concepts, and retire from public view. No more commercials or movies. Just remove tongue from cheek and do what you do.
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