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Now I've never considered Snoop a particularly exemplary rapper. The enjoyable flavor [I'm white, okay? If I wrote "flava", I'd deserve to have my car radio stolen] of his stoned drawl aside, I just don't see how big a claim you can make for an annunciatory couplet as banal as "One, two, three, and to the four / Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door". But even if Mr. Broadus does pull his punches when it comes to Suge Knight's reign of terror [hey, are *you* prepared to tweak the guy off?], he is as honest about his coming-up as anyone could ask for. And his descriptions of both the good times and the bad times in the L.B.C. are truly evocative. His concise account of how life in the ghetto and life in jail reveal themselves as opposite sides of the same coin is worth 100 books full of pedantry from (white) TV talking-heads about "the problem of the underclass". Frankly, if his raps were as educational as this book, Snoop would actually accomplish what Chuck D. was trying to pull off for so many years. I hope he goes for it instead of minding his scrilla with unchallenging panegyrics to blunts and booty.