The Motorpoint Arena crowd roared their approval of the Dogg's Welsh rugby shirt, (possibly too large for even Jamie Roberts' mighty shoulders) but the truth was that they didn’t need any wooing from this particular visitor.

The disciples were well-prepared for their master followig a three hour warm-up by MistaJam, Roxsonix, Yasmin, Airplane Boys and Chipmiunk and from the opening strains of Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana at full volume, they were firmly in the palm of his hand.

He knows how to work a crowd, and with an 18 year long set-list to choose from, he didn’t disappoint.

House of Pain, Jump Around, had everyone doing just that, but Sweat, The Next Episode, Drop it Like Its Hot and Who Am I (What’s My Name) unmistakeably kept up the frenetic pace. From the early days alongside Dr Dre, Snoop Dogg has remained a force, and each album has enticed a new generation of fans, live, he remains a phenomenon.

The set lasted just over an hour, but it was an hour worth waiting for.