If, homie, you're sweating the possibility that Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.'s recent Rasta conversion (and Snoop Lion name change) might mean that he's no longer a gangsta...
Check that shit at the Ultra Music Festival gates. Because Snoop might love Jah, feel like "Bob Marley reincarnated," and prefer ganja to blunts now. But he's still an OG pimp in Crips blue who's down to "get fucked up" and put "a fat dick [in] your motherfuckin' mouth."
Although, he'll rave like he's "young and wild and free" too.
With the sun slipping below the city skyline on Sunday evening, drenching downtown Miami in dusky pink sunlight, the Doggfather chilled, waiting for his 7:20 p.m. slot on the Ultra live stage, standing just out of sight with the rest of his Dogg Pound (including plush-headed mascot Nasty Dogg) as Bob Marley's "Jammin'" and Tupac's "California Love" wafted out at half volume over blinged-out raver bros and 18-year-old girls waving glitter-and-cardboard signs that read "Smoke With Me Snoop."
Looking like a straight gangsta, he stepped out in baggy-ass jeans, a huge Crips blue T, a fat gold rope 'round his throat, and a platinum diamond-studded fist ring on his right hand.
But he led with a reggae cut, "Here Comes the King," a single off Reincarnated, his debut album as Snoop Lion, produced in part by Diplo and Major Lazer, who'd just left the Ultra live stage after setting off a strip sesh.
And all night, he proved Rasta is gangsta. Which pretty much seemed to be the Ultra mission -- reconciling his long-standing thug persona with the Reincarnated Snoop and showing where the West Coast borders Zion.
Even the Dogg Pound crew members were wearing Rasta-colored "We Da West" T's.
Rolling through the gangsta part of the set, Snoop spit "1-8-7 on an undercover..." before trailing off for the "cop" part of the rhyme.
He asked the ravers: "Are you gonna get fucked up?" Then he called out for his "favorite drink," some "Gin & Juice," before hollering: "Gimme some motherfuckin' pimp music!"
"I don't know what you heard about me," he chimed out. "I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G/'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P."
The Pound-ers prowled, occasionally Crip Walking along the edge of the stage while hyping up the Ultra ravers. And Snoop kept cranking through his greatest G-funk and early 2000s hits, strutting and humping through Dr. Dre collabos "Next Episode" and "Nuthin But a G Thang."
He brought out three fine females in glittery bustiers and black ass pants to give him a lap dance during "I Wanna Fuck You" after dedicating "this song to all the sexy ladies in Miami."
And perpetually wandering around in a massive cumulus cloud of weed, he and the Pound would've hotboxed the joint if there were a lid on the amphitheater. "Can we have a motherfuckin' moment of silence," Snoop joked, "for this smoke break?"
But after paying homage to the pimp life, unloading blasts of OG shit, and puffin' on fatties of the finest ganja with his homies (even mascot Nasty Dogg) for 45 minutes, Snoop shifted back to preaching Rastafari and peace.
Acknowledging his own violent past, he lamented "too many kids dying from too many guns." And then he delivered the live debut of "No Guns Allowed," the latest Reincarnated single, a mellow reggae-pop protest song with vocals from his own teenaged daughter Cori B.
"No guns allowed in here tonight," Snoop sang, earnestly and simply and sometimes off-key. "We're gonna have a free-for-all, no fights."
And then ending an already surprising, ungimmicky show that'd honestly and unpretentiously wound from Rasta to gangsta to Rasta again, Snoop slyly chose to lead Ultra's blinged-out bros and 18-year-old girls in a sing-along of what could be the EDM generation's slow, sweet, and blissfully faded spiritual anthem.
"So what we get drunk?" he croakily crooned to the prerecorded chorus as the kids chimed with him. "So what we smoke weed? We're just having fun, we don't care who sees.
"So what we go out?" Snoop and the UMF kids harmonized. "That's how its supposed to be, living young and wild and free."
It was a surprisingly sweet moment from an OG pimp. And for a moment, it even felt, as Bob Marley once sang, that the whole world was "one love, one heart."
Rasta is gangsta is raver.
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