Snoop Dogg

White crescent diamonds forming on the trees.
A white cloud of snowflakes form in front of me.
And all I can see, is the white forming future in
front of me.
White crescent diamonds.
Free for you and me.
and in the snow she makes an angel
and the angel in the snow is my Corrine.
And in the morning
the light of the sun,
those diamonds will dissipate,
but will they be gone
from the center of our hearts,
is our love only like the snow,
or ice in the very, very cold,
our love is better than diamonds
or rust,
our love is the best of us.
And in the snow,
I see the light,
and the light leads
me forward
into the night,
the deep, dark night
from which we all must
expunge,
and into the light
and into the snowflakes,
in the spring,
where only they belong,
and into the night,
where I can no longer see them,
but they are there,
forming diamonds in the night.
And in the morning
the light of the sun,
those diamonds will dissipate,
but will they be gone
from the center of our hearts,
is our love only like the snow,
or ice in the very, very cold,
our love is better than diamonds
or rust,
our love is the best of us.
And in those diamonds,
if I could give them to my love,
would she take them,
would she understand,
would she know those diamonds
were made by God for us,
I wonder,
would she understand,
would she accept,
that diamonds made of snow are real.

I love it! I know I am too slow for not having it before 2007, but you know me, better late then never. I cna't keep up with the drama. How did Snoopy get to the trunk of his car? I bet it was a vato Making Snoop Happy.

They used your name and nothing more. What a waste. Turn to your army and develop us. We are the future. Far beyond National television. We takin over, with in you, or without you, but it would help, if it was with you, besides, we all love you man, you know that. Git er done.

In the deep down culdron of the evil, gray soul, live the inevitabilty between truth and falsehood. He seeks an answer that he believes can only come from in-justice. But the true answer, indeed, can only come from above and within.

its okay but im not used to this cause im use to that pimp gangsta shit i love 'been around tha world' and 'let it out' what do yall think about these songs

Antonio Vivimentio sat comfortably in the surroundings of the rich, for he was indeed very rich. The twenty million dollar mansion was snuggled comfortably on a hillside in New York overlooking Raritan Bay. It was a beautiful sight from his full wall of front windows as he looked out at several pleasure crafts enjoying a cruise on the bay.
Antonio was growing old now, in a few months he would be sixty, but he still moved with the speed of a much younger man. He was first now beginning to get a stomach paunch, and his once jet-black hair was finally beginning to gray. He still looked rugged and strong, the curve in his once broken nose still given him a look of strength and meanness when he chose to show anger in his coal-gray eyes. Today he was not angry though as he thought of some of the many presents he would buy for his family for the upcoming holidays. His thoughts were broken as he looked to the living room coffee table.
The Package lay on the coffee table unopened. His wife or one of his many aids/bodyguards must have put it there. It should have been opened. It should have been checked out, but it wasn’t. His wife must have put it there. Antonio looked at the label and saw the package was from Big Pork Dog enterprises. It had been delivered by UPS. He reasoned it must be some kind of gift from Big Pork Dog. He had just met him about two weeks ago after a concert. He approached BPD with an offer but BPD had declined. Maybe this was a way for BPD to thank him or even approach him again.
Antonio opened the box to find a Thank You note, and the newest Big Pork Dog CD. Underneath the two items was a brand new DVD player which was still in the box. I don’t need this CD player he thought to himself. I’ll just give it away as a Christmas present when the time comes. Antonio opened the card and saw that it was simply signed Big Pork Dog. There was no other message on the card. Antonio shrugged, opened up the CD case, removed the CD, and headed for the CD player atop his thirty-six inch LCD television.
Antonio was not surprised to see the CD player that usually sat atop the television missing. His seventeen year old son had removed it a couple of times before to take it up to his room when his own wasn’t working. He had meant to buy his son a new one, but now he would not have to. Antonio returned to the box, took the CD player out of its wrappings, and plugged it into the big screen television. He took the CD from the case, and pushed the eject button. He put the CD in the tray, and pushed the button again to enter the CD for playing.
He would have smiled had he had the time, but the explosion was so intense it knocked parts of his body through all three of the large picture windows that adorned the front of the room. Antonio’s wife came running down the stairs to see that what was left of the glass was spattered with the blood of her husband. She saw his bodiless head lying on a pillow on the beige couch just a few feet away from the television set.
Two of Antonio’s bodyguards entered and took over the scene. They would call in their connections at the police department. It would be some time before the scene would be unraveled, but there was one man who already knew the answers.

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Poppin flowed into Latawnya’s apartment like a set of newly greased ballbearings. Where that thought had come from it took a moment to place. It must have been all the four-wheeler riding he had done while in South America.
He supposed he really was a sick fuck after all. He had killed these two rivals and the only thing he could think of was getting between Latawnya’s legs. He guessed the native girls of South America hadn’t been enough. He needed someone who could get inside of his mind, if indeed, that were possible.
Poppin flowed past Latawnya and sat on the sofa. He looked at the watercolor of the orange tree that still sat opposite the couch between the two far windows. He thought briefly of his father, motherfucker, should have killed him too when he was young, instead of letting him die of old age. Too late now. His current vendetta would have to suffice. But as he sat still a moment, Latawnya looking at him, he wondered, was he too psychotic for anyone. Probably. He laughed out loud.
Latawnya jumped on Poppin’s lap and he was soon inside her. They took each other with an animal passion that only the too long a passage of time for a couple in love could produce. Poppin was somewhat surprised that Latawnya still wanted him, but then again, she did not know what he was into now, the killing he had been doing. And he was sure she hadn’t minded the two thousand dollar checks from him that showed up in her mailbox every month for the past two years. Whatever her reasons, he didn’t care. She was on him now for the taking. Play on player, he laughed to himself. Play on Slayer Player.

yo, fatherhood so crippin what snoop u know lbc real crip hood nice show cuz keep it crippin cuz on fatherhood throw the crip sign up cuz.

All day, sniffing for chicks.
My dog, my dog is loving those tricks.

All day, my dog is cute as hell.
But he gets rigid if he doesn’t play well.

Barking on strangers.
Attacking some kids.

My dog is brilliant.
But he’s crazy like this.

Attacking strangers.
And straight for the cars.
My dog is brilliant.
But he’s peeing in yards.

He’s way too violent when we leave in our cars.
Standing in the window, and yelling at yards.
Where you going suckers;
While the day’s burning free.

At least take me with you.
I’ve got doggie needs.

Yeah, my dog’s demanding.
He’s a burly guy.
But sweet and understanding.
He can even cry.

Cry like a baby.
Or run over me.
My dog is something.
So great and so free.

We call him Rico.
He’s more than a pet.
My dog is something.
He’s something; you bet.

John sat at his computer and poured over the crop reports. He ran them against the feed needs that his cattle herd of sixty-five would need. He would need a good crop to make it through the winter but so far the weather was cooperating. He looked at the defanbachia plant that he had bought in the middle of winter and it was doing very well. He wondered how the other crop in the back eighty was doing. He hadn't looked in on it in two weeks. Time for a little trip outback, he laughed to himself. Time for a little trip outback.

Sometimes you just need some downtime to get your buzz on and create. That is the way people like you and me are. It is what we do. God bless us.......and you know, he will. Love, Slayer Player

Antonio Vivimentio sat comfortably in the surroundings of the rich, for he was indeed very rich. The twenty million dollar mansion was snuggled comfortably on a hillside in New York overlooking Raritan Bay. It was a beautiful sight from his full wall of front windows as he looked out at several pleasure crafts enjoying a cruise on the bay.
Antonio was growing old now, in a few months he would be sixty, but he still moved with the speed of a much younger man. He was first now beginning to get a stomach paunch, and his once jet-black hair was finally beginning to gray. He still looked rugged and strong, the curve in his once broken nose still given him a look of strength and meanness when he chose to show anger in his coal-gray eyes. Today he was not angry though as he thought of some of the many presents he would buy for his family for the upcoming holidays. His thoughts were broken as he looked to the living room coffee table.
The Package lay on the coffee table unopened. His wife or one of his many aids/bodyguards must have put it there. It should have been opened. It should have been checked out, but it wasn’t. His wife must have put it there. Antonio looked at the label and saw the package was from Big Pork Dog enterprises. It had been delivered by UPS. He reasoned it must be some kind of gift from Big Pork Dog. He had just met him about two weeks ago after a concert. He approached BPD with an offer but BPD had declined. Maybe this was a way for BPD to thank him or even approach him again.
Antonio opened the box to find a Thank You note, and the newest Big Pork Dog CD. Underneath the two items was a brand new DVD player which was still in the box. I don’t need this CD player he thought to himself. I’ll just give it away as a Christmas present when the time comes. Antonio opened the card and saw that it was simply signed Big Pork Dog. There was no other message on the card. Antonio shrugged, opened up the CD case, removed the CD, and headed for the CD player atop his thirty-six inch LCD television.
Antonio was not surprised to see the CD player that usually sat atop the television missing. His seventeen year old son had removed it a couple of times before to take it up to his room when his own wasn’t working. He had meant to buy his son a new one, but now he would not have to. Antonio returned to the box, took the CD player out of its wrappings, and plugged it into the big screen television. He took the CD from the case, and pushed the eject button. He put the CD in the tray, and pushed the button again to enter the CD for playing.
He would have smiled had he had the time, but the explosion was so intense it knocked parts of his body through all three of the large picture windows that adorned the front of the room. Antonio’s wife came running down the stairs to see that what was left of the glass was spattered with the blood of her husband. She saw his bodiless head lying on a pillow on the beige couch just a few feet away from the television set.
Two of Antonio’s bodyguards entered and took over the scene. They would call in their connections at the police department. It would be some time before the scene would be unraveled, but there was one man who already knew the answers.
Poppin watched the headline news that evening and saw the story on the bombing death of Antonio Vivimentio. He lit up a blunt and sipped on a glass of brandy. It seems it had paid off to look up the explosives expert assassin when he had heard he too was hiding out in South America.
The thin coat explosive igniter the bomb creator had placed on the Big Pork Dog CD had worked beautifully when the changed laser had hit it and ignited it. The thin slurry had set off the TNT in the machine. Vivimentio was in pieces. Poppin was in stitches. Can’t get to the big men, Dead Calm had told him, well, he just did. Two down, three to go, hit on player, hit on Slayer Player, hit on.

There is only one answer to this question, and the answer is Litterbug, a novel, by Daniel Sonnentag. Why mention this? Because, it is the novel that end the end will be the beginning and the end for me. Don't you see. This here is the good shit, ain't nothin but the real shit. This here is the gift from God, the one he gave me, when the priest took it away. God stepped in. Forty years in the desert have been served. In modern lingo, GAME ON!

That was da track i heard the most,even though I didn't listen to da rest like WAT!!

Wendtworth sat down at her desk and drew forth a deep sigh. Stacks of files littered the metal desk. Yellow Post-It notes seemed to be everywhere. She looked over at Collins who sat at his nearly empty desk and arranged three pencils in a small row.
She laughed to herself and knew she would have to change that quickly. Grabbing a stack of files, she rose to walk over and throw them on his desk. “You can familiarize yourself with these.”
Collins looked up glumly at her with his deep, blue eyes, questioning.
“They’re files of cases I’ve been assigned. All of them unsolved. Unfortunately some of them are quite cold. Sometimes it takes years to get our man,” Wendtworth sighed.
Collins pushed the three pencils to the right side of his desk. “Years, I thought a homicide needed to be solved quickly.”
“Well, it’s not always as easy as they make it out to be on television. This is real life. While many cases are solved quickly because the killer is usually someone close to the victim, there are those where the answer is not so readily apparent.”
Collins grabbed the top file and began to read slowly through it. This was going to take some time.
An inter-office mail courier arrived to stand between the two desks. Her thin frame, fetching blue eyes, and long blonde hair immediately caught Collins attention. He gave her a small wisp of a smile. The female courier turned her attentions to Wendtworth.
The perky courier handed the file to Wendtworth. “Here is the autopsy report from the murder in rural Eureka.”
Wendtworth sat down slowly at her desk. She sifted through the brief report, quickly finding the only pertinent information it held. “Shot with a thirty-eight, they recovered the slug in his skull. Nothing else interesting except this. The white powder the body was covered in was confirmed to be bone meal fertilizer,” Wendtworth shook her head in disbelief.
Collins thought for a moment, “Looks like we got ourselves a gardener.”
“Yeah, plug em and plant em,” Wendtworth laughed.
Collins somewhat reluctantly joined in. He figured you had to have humor to survive this kind of job.
Wendtworth continued to sift through the file. “A gardener, yeah, that’s strange. Why and the hell would a killer want to cover a body in bone meal.”
“He’s probably trying to hide any evidence we might find, fingerprints maybe.”
“I doubt there would even be any fingerprints on the body in a quick kill situation like this. No, I think it goes much deeper than that. Some kind of psychosis is driving him. What we need to do is figure out what that psychosis is and where it came from.”
“That’s not going to be easy,” Collins let out his inexperience.
“A profiler will give us all kinds of reasons, but it usually comes down to some kind of abuse the killer suffered as a child.”
“Why would a killer leave such a hint when we really have nothing else to go on.”
“It’s the nature of psychosis. The killer, for some reason, doesn’t believe the job is done until he fertilizes his victim.”
“But why fertilize them. What does it mean?”
“We’ll have to go back to Eureka and question the young kids. If what that Johnson boy says is true, if Harrison was sexually abusing some of the kids, then he may have sexual abused our killer. We may have a motive here.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right, but how are we ever going to find out who the killer is. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of kids have passed through that place over the years. How are we going to find a person that was abused over a decade ago.”
“That’s detective work. It always starts that way. We look and dig and question until we get a break. If it’s there, we’ll find it.”
Collins just shook his head. He was having trouble adjusting to the reality of his job, but he did like puzzles, and this case promised to be a big one.
“What are we going to call this case then, Collins asked. “The Gardener would be a good name.”
Even though Joan was a middle-aged white woman, she loved rap music and it showed sometimes when she talked. “For shizzle my nizzle, the names been taken, we got us a Slayer Player here, doin’ games on us.”
“Okay, rap girl, I like that, then Slayer Player it is.”
Collins rose from his desk. “Let’s get going then, back to Eureka.
The pastures and cornfields blurred by and this time they all seemed familiar.
It felt like they arrived at Harrison House more quickly, but it always seemed quicker once you had already been to a place. Wendtworth pulled the silver Taurus into the drive and was greeted once again by the semi-toothless old dog. The old, black lab snuggled up against her leg when she got out of the car.
“Hello, my old friend,” Wendtworth said as she patted the dogs head.
Tongue drooling spittle, the old dog followed her all the way to the entrance of the house. Several young kids were kicking a ball around the front yard.
“Should we question these kids,” Collins said.
“Not right now, let’s go inside and look over the rooms first.”
Mrs. Larsen answered the knock at the door and reflexively stepped back. She didn’t like any of this murder business. A blank stare came over her eyes. She motioned the two detectives to step inside the foyer.
Wendtworth spoke calmly, “Have you thought of anything else that might help us in our investigation?”
Mrs. Larsen froze, a bleary expression on her face. “No, I don’t know anything, there is nothing to know.”
Wendtworth was taken aback by the answer. Larsen seemed quite agitated. She wondered if the woman was upset about the murder, or was there something else the woman was hiding. If there was abuse in the house, did Larsen know, and was she hiding that.
“We want to take a look at some of the children’s rooms,” Wendtworth said firmly.
“Be my guest,” Mrs. Larsen said as she turned and walked quickly away.
Collins let out a small chuckle, “Not very helpful, is she?”
“She’s hiding something. She’s hiding the abuse, but why?” Wendtworth answered.
The pair of detectives walked slowly down the well-lit narrow hallway, peering in a couple of rooms as they went by. The third room on the right caught the attention of Wendtworth. She entered and saw a small doll on the b

Party like a rock star, get the party on. Time to hit. And the shit ain’t all he meant to hit. But he did have the shit.
Poppin walked up to the mansion in Washington Heights Chicago. Nine PM, not late, not early. He easily scaled the small wall. The alarms would warn Mr. Diggs that he was coming, but it didn’t matter.
He would shatter him. Too big a boss, too naïve, too comfortable in his surroundings. He didn’t believe he could be hit. Poor dumb mother.
Poppin moved fast. Into the house through a back patio door that was open. He shooed the wife and children into the other room. He put a bullet in Digg’s head. One down, four to go

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