Has Snoop barked at the wrong dog?
Like many white suburban lads my age, I came of age during the golden era of rap and hip-hop.
KRS-One, NWA, A Tribe Called Quest and, of course, the peerless Public Enemy all enjoyed as much turntable time as the more regular white-boy bands like REM and the Irish A House.
Then something went wrong with rap. It stopped being about a visceral rage, which is the universal language of every teenager, and became more interested in bling'n'bitches, a horribly misogynistic and deeply stupid genre which seemed to almost bring shame on their more illustrious predecessors.