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.
Don't Spill It
Mac Dre Lyrics
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A young go getter mind locked on havin' wealth
Livin' wild with this thug style, I got these hoes
Tuggin' all on my Avirex clothes
A young brown Mafioso, I put my foot through the door
Infrared light smilin' title, desert eagle 4-4
Layin' Cubans on the floor,
I send my ghetto troopers to the mother load
I'm hearin' rapid fire through the house
Eternal warfare with heavy weaponry
Me and my soldiers ain't scared,
You get a bullet to the head in trainin' if you don't aim for the head
So I know my young shooters left somebody dead around the corner
Plus got the yola out the trunk bendin' over
Its daytime I can't wait till it turns to night
Cause that's the time when ghetto stars come out and shine
Quicker than outlaws I draw on haters with glocks and techs
Buckin' at undercover agents dippin' off quick in the lex
That's my trigger finger fuck 'em lets bring the heat to the street
Gave him one to the head and there he dead eternally asleep
Deep in this cold world where there's no love, what the fuck should I do?
People be killin' they family for yola not trustin' in you
But now I'm teachin' you some ackrite
With forty-fives and flashlights
Fuckin' around with thug niggas
And drug dealers
Manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop
Killin' haters that act hard nigga like it or not
Cause it's a hold up, your hands go up real slow
Should've told ya that I'm a soldier who kills hoes
Pullin' no mercy on these busters ain't no callin' the cops
And my nine is comin' to fuck you nigga ballin' or not
I'm off in this shit like Mr. Hanky, Janky, but when it gets stanky
Time to rape fiends, my niggas take G's, make G's, but it ain't free
Pimp niggas laced me when I was a baby, how to slang D
And stained me, a suck ya up nigga lip locked but I can't speak
Now it's crazy, niggas be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic,
Can't speak on it but I feel it, I'm the villain stealin' scrillion
Convo be thrillin' your brain waves get to healin'
Just to reach out and touch you
train of thought make a killin', Soldiers willin',
So I do it for thug niggas and drug dealers through the snow and rain
Focused on fetti fuck how it came, steady remain
Paper over hoes, and stay on my toes
And air these niggas out like sandals,
Blow 'em out like candles
Handle my business and listen to my theezo
And in this thuggin' category I keep it sharp as a needle
Breathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blah
Funkin' with cops and duckin' the law play boy it won't stop
The song "It Don't Stop" by Mac Dre is a rap song that depicts the life of a young go-getter who is determined to achieve wealth by any means necessary. The lyrics introduce the artist as a brown Mafioso who is living wild with a thug style and hoes tugging on his Avirex clothes. He further reveals that he is engaged in activities such as laying Cubans on the floor and sending his ghetto troopers to snatch a bottle of A-1. The rapper also boasts of his proficiency in using heavy weaponry and his readiness to shoot any disobedient member of his crew.
The song is further laced with the artist's disdain for law enforcement officials, his readiness to kill anyone who crosses his path, and his dedication to teaching other young men how to survive in the harsh world. The artist uses an aggressive tone throughout the song, showing a deep understanding of the street culture and a willingness to use his street smarts to achieve his goals.
In conclusion, "It Don't Stop" is a song that glorifies a life of violence, crime, and drug dealing. It portrays the artist as a fearless gangster who is willing to do whatever it takes to make it in the world of crime.
Line by Line Meaning
Well let me introduce myself
I am introducing myself to you
A young go getter mind locked on havin' wealth
I am young and ambitious, and my goal is to accumulate wealth
Livin' wild with this thug style, I got these hoes Tuggin' all on my Avirex clothes
I am living a crazy lifestyle, and women are attracted to me and my style
A young brown Mafioso, I put my foot through the door Infrared light smilin' title, desert eagle 4-4
I am a young member of the Mafia, and I am carrying a powerful gun
Layin' Cubans on the floor, I send my ghetto troopers to the mother load To snatch a bottle of A-1 yo
I am robbing a place and sending my associates to get some expensive items
I'm hearin' rapid fire through the house Eternal warfare with heavy weaponry Me and my soldiers ain't scared
There is a gunfight going on, but we are not afraid because we are well-armed
You get a bullet to the head in trainin' if you don't aim for the head So I know my young shooters left somebody dead around the corner
I am training people to shoot to kill, so there is likely someone dead nearby
Plus got the yola out the trunk bendin' over Its daytime I can't wait till it turns to night Cause that's the time when ghetto stars come out and shine
I have drugs in my car and I am waiting until nightfall to sell them, because that's when business is better
Quicker than outlaws I draw on haters with glocks and techs Buckin' at undercover agents dippin' off quick in the lex
I am quick to draw my gun on people I don't like, and I am even willing to shoot at undercover police
That's my trigger finger fuck 'em lets bring the heat to the street Gave him one to the head and there he dead eternally asleep
I just shot someone in the head and they are now dead
Deep in this cold world where there's no love, what the fuck should I do? People be killin' they family for yola not trustin' in you
I live in a harsh world where people do bad things, like killing their own family, for the sake of money
But now I'm teachin' you some ackrite With forty-fives and flashlights Fuckin' around with thug niggas
I am teaching you about how to be a criminal, using guns and other weapons
Manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop Killin' haters that act hard nigga like it or not
I am killing people who don't like me and acting tough in fancy cars
Cause it's a hold up, your hands go up real slow Should've told ya that I'm a soldier who kills hoes
I am robbing you and you should know that I am a dangerous person who kills people
Pullin' no mercy on these busters ain't no callin' the cops And my nine is comin' to fuck you nigga ballin' or not
I have no mercy for people who cross me, and I will use my gun to handle any problems, regardless of your status
I'm off in this shit like Mr. Hanky, Janky, but when it gets stanky Time to rape fiends, my niggas take G's, make G's, but it ain't free
I am involved in a dangerous life of crime, and when things get tough, I will resort to taking advantage of women and stealing money
Pimp niggas laced me when I was a baby, how to slang D And stained me, a suck ya up nigga lip locked but I can't speak
I was brought up in a lifestyle of prostitution and drug dealing, and I am now trapped in that world and can't escape
Now it's crazy, niggas be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic, Can't speak on it but I feel it, I'm the villain stealin' scrillion
People in this world are lazy and foolish, and I am taking advantage of them to steal a lot of money
Convo be thrillin' your brain waves get to healin' Just to reach out and touch you train of thought make a killin', Soldiers willin',
My words are exciting and powerful, and I can affect people's thinking and actions
So I do it for thug niggas and drug dealers through the snow and rain Focused on fetti fuck how it came, steady remain
I am dedicated to making money through crime and will stop at nothing to achieve that goal
Paper over hoes, and stay on my toes And air these niggas out like sandals, Blow 'em out like candles
I am prioritizing making money over women and staying alert for danger, and I am willing to kill people without hesitation
Handle my business and listen to my theezo And in this thuggin' category I keep it sharp as a needle
I am good at what I do, and I am careful to stay on top of things
Breathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blah Funkin' with cops and duckin' the law play boy it won't stop
I am skilled at shooting guns and evading the police, and I will not stop living a life of crime
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BELDA BAINE, LOUIS CRANE, STUART JORDAN, TODD ANTHONY SHAW
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