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Let others laud their Tupacs and their Ices,

Both Cube and T, their Biggies and their Dre-s.

Thou art more cool, thou rap game Dionysus,

Enshrouded in thy weed-cloud’s shimm’ring haze.

Fain would I share a gin and juice with thee,

Whilst thou recounted great and pimpish deeds,

Then proudly toast the D-O-double-G

My blunt bereft of stems or sticks or seeds!

O, heed not thou those wack, allergic churls

Who call thee old, or by thy chronic marred,

Or say thy verse on ‘California Gurls’

Doth mean thou art from O.G. status barred,

For while the critics chide and haters grizzle

Thou Snoop remain’st: the big boss Dogg, for shizzle.