The Playboy Conversation: Snoop Dogg on 'Compton,' Tidal and Dying Behind the Mic

The Playboy Conversation: Snoop Dogg on ‘Compton,’ Tidal and Dying Behind the Mic

We’re supposed to meet at 10 pm in a warehouse by the airport — a warehouse by the airport — sounds like the location for an old-time noir setup. But I show anyway. I pull up on a dark Inglewood street — around the corner from the LAX Firing Range and the iconic Randy’s Donuts — creep towards an imposing 10 foot steel gate, and announce into a shiny callbox who I’m here to see. “Snoop.” I roll in and park among a row of cherry-painted Cadillacs and Chevys — flawless DeVilles and Impalas — and step into an unmistakable waft of not-so-medicinal smoke. I’m at Snoop Dogg’s brand-new 30,000-square foot studio. The paint’s not even dry on the walls. With cameras and imposing armed security, it feels more like a compound than creative space. As I wait in the lobby, the teenage wannabe rapper in me quaking, I try to exude a calm exterior, flipping through Love Don’t Live Here No More, Snoop’s semi-autobiographical novel. Growing up in L.A., I worshipped the Long Beach rapper…