(man)
Snoop and I go back
to Locust Street
in the early '80s.
Locust Street was
a mix of break dancing,
pop locking,
freestyling or rapping.
Snoop used to do
these little rhymes.
And they were a way of starting
off a joke about you.
And those taught us to say,
"Hey, this guy's
good with words."
(gospel choir singing)
Snoop's mother, Beverly,
she did the best that she could
because, you know, she was
a single mother who worked
and took care of three boys.
(man)
We have this money around this
motherfucker, too.
(Darryl)
He started hanging
around the Rollin 20s, you know.
Rollin 20s as in Crips.
Long Beach,
there are no Bloods.
It's all Crip.
He got his education
from them.
He learned
how to make something
out of nothing, and they
embraced him.
(Darryl)
She was not having it.
"You not gonna be sellin'
no dope in my house.
Bringing all them mother--,
shooting over here."
And she put him out.
Oh, yeah, she was no joke.
Snoop was sleeping
in a Camaro.
It was his shelter.
(Snoop Dogg)
Did what I did and, you know,
kept on doing
what I was doing.
You know, God has his way
of dealing with life.
So, I made a sale one time,
I sold to an undercover officer.
