With a blunt in one hand and a mic in the other, Snoop Dogg stood behind the DJ booth at hip, urban nightspot Loft 11 last week. Dressed in a long-sleeve-and-short-sleeve T-shirt combo and baggy sweatpants, the profile of his face unmistakably canine, his eyes the size of pinpricks, he looked like he had fallen asleep at the gym and woken up 10 minutes before entering the club. The sartorial excellence the d-oh-double-gizzle usually displays was out the door like a hoodrat the morning after. But then, Snoop could wear a wooden bucket and... More >>>