Dr Dre ft Snoop Dogg – The Next Episode

Dr Dre ft Snoop Dogg – The Next Episode – Lyrics analysis & meanings

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Dr Dre ft Snoop Dogg – The Next Episode – Lyrics


It’s the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
You know I’m mobbin with the D.R.E.
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, ‘sup Snoop??)

Verse 1 – Snoop Dogg

Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo’ life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo’ sho’
Slip my hoe a forty-fo’ and she got in the back do’
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don’t care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair
Bitch quit talkin, Crip walk, stay down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo’ ass get cracked, bitch shut yo’ trap
Come back, get back, that’s the part of success
If you believe in the S you’ll be relievin your stress

Interlude – Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre

It’s the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!)
You know I’m mobbin with the D-O-double-G

Verse 2 – Dr Dre

Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
Or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic’ed out in the ‘llac
With Doc in the back, sippin on ‘gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It’s California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I’m on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)
Loc it’s on for the two-triple-oh !
Comin real, it’s the next episode…

Outro – Nate Dogg

Hold up, waiiiiiiit
For my niggaz who be thinkin we soft
We don’t, playyy
We gon’ rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyy
For my niggaz who be actin too bold
Take a seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode, heyyyeyyy….
…smoke weed everday!


Dr Dre ft Snoop Dogg – The Next Episode – Lyrics analysis



Of course by putting something other than intelligible words as opening text, we make an effect, we say something.

This intro reflects the good mood, so we are in a register at the CALIFORNIA LOVE “hip-hop not too contesting, rather happy, optimistic because win, so frimeur, teasing. We are far from the sinister or negatively aggressive mood of tubes like NWA’s STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON, Coolio’s GANGSTA’S PARADISE, or WHO SHOT YA? of The Notorious BIG

It’s the motherfuckin DO-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)

Ah, here we are back to something we know: a motherfucker ! He gives his blase, as part of a practice that resembles that of graffiti: the work is the name of the artist, his signature.

And to sign his work of entry, it is already a long time tradition, a code of the words rap, which fundamentally consists of saying “Yeah, it is me who speaks now”.

This artist’s name sounds at once

  • childish – everyone knows Snoopy
  • quirky – it’s a funny name for a gangster as for a rapper
  • ”Pop” – it’s a “ready-made”, a name found, appropriated, a parody of mass culture, as in the art of the 60s (Andy Warhol or Lichtenstein with comics…)
  • ghetto – the word dogg has a “g” in excess, it is written by a dunce, and the rappers, we saw it with the “muthaphuckkin ‘G’s” of Eazy-E, like to massacre the spelling, that their serves as a rematch after school humiliation
  • gangster – yes, gangster, because paradoxically, if you do not want to end up in prison, when you live illegally someone is better to tell everyone that your name is Snoopy the dog, rather than distribute copies of your identity card, including to your victims. In short, this ridiculous blase is the ideal hiding place of the crime – like a kilo of shit in the teddy bear of the little one, in the pram, it goes nickel at the airport.

In short, it looks like nothing, but it is rich in meaning, this name, and it will lend to various word games.

By the way, the real name of this singer is Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr. He could have signed his real name, but he obviously preferred that scene name that hides his true identity. This real name itself could, by its strangeness, influence the nickname, because it is composed of namesthat do not really go together:

  • Calvin comes from the Swiss Protestant preacher, Jean Calvin
  • Cordozar sounds Spanish, which is curious for an African-American
  • Broadus sounds both Anglo-Saxon (“broad” means “broad”) and Latin, which a third time does not stick to the identity of an African-American.

I do not emphasize the problem for the sake of dissertation but really because it is a problem of substance of the African-American artists in the USA: they have a hard time having a name to them, since they are descendants people torn from their origins, they were named after their masters, and their names sound quite absurd, because borrowed from all but Africans – while the singers of the white world have no trouble assuming their civil status as rock or variety artists – we have the right to be John Lennon, Lou Reed, Britney Spears.


You know I’m mobbin with the DRE

The signature extends to DRE, whose real name is Andre Young. Snoop finds here a new way to say a name that’s already a code – DRE is a bit of Dre’s grandiose version (as if it was the acronym for a big, important thing like the UN) that is the familiar and shortened Andre who is a name of French origin quite common among African-Americans, and that sounded so trite and worthless. This poor name has become a multimillionaire artist’s name.

I’m mobbin ‘ is hard to translate. To mob is to mobilize for a cause. So it’s a metaphor, Snoop would be mobilizing for a big cause, that of Dre’s music.


You know who’s back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)

What what what what?

Snoop has a very oral style, he plays it knowingly. He is one of the most playful authors, he plays with the words, the sounds, the rhythms, the intonations of the diction, the comic double meanings, the shortcutsscotchants etc. This style resonates well with the cartoon side of his name : he raps like a big child, a teenager joker.

(So ​​blaze the weed up then!)

Blaze it up, blaze it up!

(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, ‘sup Snoop ??)

You see, it’s in this kind of situation that it’s better to be called Snoop. If there’s cop or citizen “war-drug” in the corner, it’s better not to shout your real name when you turn the big three-leaf…



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