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[Mac Dre Talking]
Where am I?
I smell fire.
Who got that fire? Fire.
I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.
I don't like that shit.
I don't like that shit.
I need fire, who got fire?
Real pimp.
Yo nigga.
It's yo nigga.
Roll something up.
Smokin'.
Roll something up.
Lets get to flowin'.
(Go herd).[Verse 1: Mac Dre]I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.
Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.
Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.

Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.
They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.
They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
When I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.
I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.
Every tape I make baby learns the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.
Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.
Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.[Chorus]
Fire.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.
Fire.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.[Verse 2: Young leech]
Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.
Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.
Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.
In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.
Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).
I just want to lean.
Why I don't chugalug this 40.
Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.
Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.[Chorus][Verse 3: Mac Dre]I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.
When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.
What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?
We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.
Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.
Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?
See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.
The public got it twisted and we blame the news.
Got game for fools,
'Cause I hang with fools,
That got game to use,
And maintain the roles.
Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.
Be a real hog when you bless the mic.
Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.
Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]Killea.
Rapper gone bad.
Smoking them big gads.
Uh.
Keep it bouncing.
I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.
Feel it bitch. Yeah.
Mac Dre boy.
[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.
Playa playa!
And that broke you. Yeah.
My nigga Snipes off in the building.
Out that fillin'.
That new millennium shit.
Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.
They can't fuck with this.
They can't fuck with this.
They can't fuck with this. Uh.
I'm back boy.
Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.
All in your bootie hoe. Groupie.
Songwriters
LEBON, SIMON/RHODES, NICK/TAYLOR, JOHN NIGELPublished by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Ultra Tunes, Royalty Network

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Andre Hicks (July 5, 1970 - November 1, 2004), better known by his stage name, Mac Dre, was a Bay Area based gangsta rapper from the Crest side of Vallejo, California and considered one of the predecessors of the hyphy movement. During his career in the rap world, he worked with artists like Andre Nickatina, Yukmouth, Snoop Dogg, Mac Mall, Dubee and Keak Da Sneak.

Career

Mac Dre's music gained popularity in the early to mid 1990s throughout the Bay Area, eventually receiving national recognition through his independent record labels Romp and Thizz Entertainment. He released many hit singles, such as "Too Hard for the Radio", and most recently "Feelin' Myself". He was the creator of the "Thizzle Dance", a popular dance which holds no specific standard. Hardship and controversy were staples of Mac Dre's career. After recording his first three albums between 1989 and 1991, Mac was charged with conspiracy to commit bank robbery. His record label, Romp Productions, and his many references to "Romper Room" in his songs, coincided with a Vallejo robbery gang of the time calling themselves the "Romper Room Gang" and responsible for the robberies of many area banks and pizza parlours. Hicks was alleged to be a member of the gang. The rapper was sentenced to five years in prison in 1992.

In prison, Hicks gained some notoriety by recording the lyrics to songs directly over the Fresno County jail inmate telephone. His album, Young Black Brotha, was a result of such efforts, as well as guest appearances on fellow artists' songs, all while Hicks was still imprisoned. A later album, Back 'N Da Hood, was also made up of these prison-recorded songs.

After his release from prison in 1996, Mac Dre began releasing albums steadily, building pace in the early 21st century. Mac Dre's audience was growing, and mainstream hip-hop stations were beginning to give Hicks' music more airtime. Hicks relocated to Sacramento, California in 2001, where he began a label, Thizz Entertainment.

Death

On November 1, 2004, Mac Dre was shot to death while returning to his hotel after a performance in Kansas city. A car pulled up next to the white van carrying Dre along with other Thizz artists. Whether words where exchanged or not, the ordeal ended in the bloodshed of a bay area rap legend. The van swerved off the road and into a ravine where it ran into a tree. Word is that Dre was thrown from the van, but officials say they found him in the front seat, dead on arrival. Some believe that Mac Dre's killer was Kansas City rapper Anthony "Fat Tone" Watkins. In 2005 Watkins was murdered, allegedly by Bay Area rapper Mac Minister. In March 2006, Mac Minister was arrested by FBI officials.


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