Here’s a classic weed carriers incident (I’m suprised Hashim didn’t beat me to this scoop), as reported in The Evening Standard:

A mini-riot erupted at Heathrow airport after rapper Snoop Dogg and a 30-strong entourage clashed with police in a departure lounge.

The men - mostly minders - apparently turned violent after being refused entry to a first-class lounge, smashing up a duty free shop, throwing bottles and attacking officers.

It took riot police over an hour to arrest the “20-stone men”, who were then led out in handcuffs, with one shouting: “This is how it goes down in LA.”

It seems that our British friends refer to weed carriers as weed “minders”, which works just as well I guess.

The whole incident seems to have started when the chronic carriers were denied entry to the flight lounge because they didn’t have first class tickets, which I guess is essential if you plan on mooching free booze. All I can say is that Snoop must figure that if he sperads his stash over 30 carreirs then maybe none of them will have enough ‘dro for the sniffer dogs to catch the scent.

Not content with being one of the greatest groups ever in the history of popular music and changing the sound of hip-hop forever - both in terms of the sound and the content - Public Enemy also trail-blazed in the area of Weed Owning. When they really started getting a bit of juice in the rap game, they actualy held a contest to put a number of “groups” together. What many of these aspiring hopefuls failed to realise, however, was that they were in fact auditioning for a career as a Weed Carrier! (more…)

You can fit a lot of herb under that jacket.

Biggie Smalls #1 Weed Carrier, the “wonderful” Cease-A-Leo, has still not found closure on his old bosses’ untimely death, despite the fact that he got ethered/bodied/lit-up/sonned over ten years ago. It seems that despite holding Lil’ Kim’s bags for a while, Cease is unable to come to terms with the fact that Big Poppa doesn’t need him to carry his “pot” (thanks MTV!). As a result, the Junior MAFIA frontman has spent the last few years driving around New York with large quantites of cheeba under the seat, in the vein hope that B.I.G. will return to this planet (not unlike the way that Scientologists have an office for L. Ron Hubbard at all of their “churches”). As if that situation wasn’t strange enough, it seems that fellow WC Larceny “allegedly had a loaded .22-caliber Beretta semi-automatic pistol”, which was also intended for the Black Frank White to use when if he happened to return from the dead, JC-style, over the Easter holidays. (more…)

The dream of any wannabe weed carrier in the early nineties was to hold for the rap powerhouse that was Public Enemy (read: Flavor Flav). The extent of his WC empire will be covered in my next post, but for now let’s pay tribute to the Young Black Teenagers. These kids somehow released two albums - no doubt as a reward for carrying huge quantities of coke for His Royal Clock Rocker. With light-hearted dedications to Al Bundy’s daughter (”Nobody Knows Kelly”), Madonna disses (”To My Donna”) and songs about opening bottles of beer (”Tap The Bottle”), these not-so-mighty whitey’s managed to offend just about everyone with their “controversial” group name (the brainchild of the Bomb Squad’s Hank Shocklee, apparently) and the fact that they wasted an album full of Bomb Squad beats. Lead rapper Kamron, best known for his role as a racially-confused student in Kid ‘N Play’s “Fudge Party 5″ House Party 2, is currently shopping demo’s for his new Nu-Metal band, Black On The Inside$. They were also resposible for some exceptionally ghey-sounding lyrics:

“Brothers know my style, my grip is just TOO strong
So figure it out yourself and you’ll soon see that I don’t sweat ‘em
His back’s against the wall I say spread ‘em then I wet ‘im
So hi-ho hi-ho hi-ho, it’s off to work I go”

If that isn’t the most explicit description of man-love ever heard in a rap song, then I don’t know what is. (more…)