“Life is about growing and evolving. I feel like my life has been in stages, and the stages I went through when I was younger allowed me to grow into the man I am today.”

Do what you feel is right, baby.

Barack Obama makes me feel good to be a black man.

The fact is, the truth will come out. The truth will come out when it’s time.

Don’t get upset girl, that’s how it goes. I don’t love you hoes, I’m out the door.

Trump says he wants to run for president. Why not? It wouldn’t be the first time he pushed a black family out of their home.

Women are in a position now to voice their opinion. Women are getting empowered. The more power they get, the more voice they get to shift certain things around. Now I have a daughter, I understand. When I didn’t have a daughter, I didn’t understand.

A lot of people like to fool you and say that you’re not smart if you never went to college, but common sense rules over everything. That’s what I learned from selling crack.

You might not have a car or a big gold chain, stay true to yourself and things will change.

You don’t get respect if you don’t deserve it.

When you’re dead, you don’t breathe, you don’t see, you don’t feel, you don’t love.

They legalized alcohol, they legalized tobacco. What is it gonna hurt to legalize this medicinal, medical marijuana that’s used for purposes of cataracts?

I like going to areas where the murder rate is high and dropping it.

It ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none.

In the black culture, certain kids are given nicknames that they roll with forever; the nicknames outweigh their real names. I’m one of those scenarios.

You got to be who you are when you are.

My younger son, Cordell, aka Lil Snoop, loves me like a fan loves Snoop Dogg. He’s inspired by making me happy. My older son, Corde, aka Spank, does everything I say, with effort and determination – but he does it for himself. He gets his thrill out of seeing his own results on the football field.

Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.

My feeling is, quite simply, that if there is a God, He has done such a bad job that he isn’t worth discussing.

I’m so despondent about everything. Everything I try goes totally wrong. There’s no escape from this hole here. I feel drained. So far, I still haven’t found a real purpose in life. Sometimes, I’m afraid to get out of bed in the morning. There’s nothing to get up for.

I feel like I can control my own body as if I have a thermostat that I can adjust when I need to.

Well, I feel that we should always put a little art into what we do. It’s better that way.

Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.