Staff Blog: Snoop Sent To Da Pound (November 29, 2006)

by Eric Anderson

Oh, D-O-double-G-izzy. What happened to the good ol’ days?

You’re no longer the fledgling rapper who was hangin’ with Slim With The Tilted Brim, chuggin’ 40s and puffin’ blunts without any hassle and, most importantly, without drawing the ire of the media.

You’re a rap megastar now! Nobody is bestowed the name ?Tha Doggfather? for being an average MC. What Don Magic Juan is to the world of pimps, you are to the rap game.

But Snoop ?- my boy — you done it this time.

You were arrested last night for investigation of allegedly possessing a handgun and drugs as you left NBC Studios after performing on “The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.”

I bet you had no idea the cops busted you right outside our Access offices (by the way, the employees here who couldn’t get through the police barricade send their regards for making their drive home through LA-area traffic even longer than it needed to be — much props!).

Of course this isn’t the first time (or even the second? or third?or? I’m running out of fingers here so l’ll stop counting now?) you’ve had a run-in with those darn law-doggs.

Just last month, you were arrested at Burbank’s quaint and quiet Bob Hope airport when cops searched your car after it was parked in a loading zone. When they searched your ride, they said they found pot and a handgun.

Now it’s one thing to get busted for some straight up gangsta s***. But it’s another to land yourself in hot water because you were parked in a loading zone at the airport – not exactly the stuff hardcore G’s brag about in the ‘hood.

“The white curb is for the immediate loading and unloading of passengers only.”

But to make matters worse, that wasn’t even your first escapade at an airport this year.

In September, authorities discovered a 21-inch collapsible baton in your luggage while you were boarding a New York-bound flight from John Wayne International Airport in Ontario, California. A ” prop ” for a movie? Come on Dogg, you can do better than that.

Your airport problems even followed you overseas, where you reportedly roughed up a duty-free shop in London’s Heathrow Airport. Rumor has it you and your boys tried to get into a British Airways first class lounge and when some of you were turned away, you took your anger out on the gift shop by tossing around some bottles of whiskey.

You, of anyone, should know better to waste good whiskey like that.

And after several police officers were allegedly injured in the duty-free fracas, it landed you and your crew a night in jail and a ban from British Airways.

I guess that’s what happens when you cash in your frequent fracas miles.

Fo-shizzle.