Many of you may wonder about today’s black hipster profile. “But Conny,” you say “this is a negro who epitomizes ghetto-fantabulousness at its zenith. Is this man not an O.G.? Hipster, we shake our heads and bellow nay!” And if you speak like an 18th century filibusterer, I don’t know why you’re on the internet instead of your daily fox hunt but that’s neither here nor there.
Snoop is an original hipster, trust. A skinny, weed-smokin’, forty-chuggin’ musician who wears a slight variation of the same Converse and white-tee outfit everyday of his life is at least one fool-ass definition in the UrbanDictionary for hipster. The only reason his black hipster designation might seem a bit dubious is because he dates black girls. Otherwise we raise our Pabst in praise to thee, ye olde fool-ass negro hipster.
In case you live in a lint trap and have never done anything ever, Big Snoop Dogg shot fame with a cameo on the Deep Cover soundtrack ( you know you love that movie) and later peppered his fame by joining No Limit Records (Make the Gs say unnhhh!), renouncing weed and then reclaiming that shit hard as a mug three months later and after years of catching court dates, releasing Platinum-selling albums named for the time-honored-tradition of hitting it from the back and generally getting Grandma America’s knickers in a twist, settling down to coach little league. Little league. Little league football. And of course pimpin’ out the football bus like Bootsy Collins on an acid and silver polyester binge.
Oh blipster, thy name is Snoop.
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