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.
From Sac 2 tha Boonies
Mac Dre Lyrics
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[Mac Dre]
It's that California Livin', Young Black Brotha
Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr
Like my nigga, Rich the Fact
Nigga it's the Mac in the back of the 'Lac
Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke
It's like M-A-C D-R-E
Way up in KC with the boy Arby
Yeah biatch, it's presidential
On the under chronic comin' through in a rental
I'm undetected, I come protected
Two 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch
Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty
From Mark and Leonard to Howard Hurty?
From Missouri don't worry we keep it ragooey
MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies
[Chorus]
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
Pimpin' what does it mean?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2]
[Luni]
They call me Coleone thug real McCoy
I'm a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy
Get shit crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry
This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high
I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder
Young punks they mug back but ain't no balls in these soldiers
I'm in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C
Every show, every in-store the hoe framed me
Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound
Niggas hate (On my name)
Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame)
Pimp nigga how ya do that there
Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair
I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga
Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender
Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin' on our toes
What, what, what, what they call me Coleone!
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
Pimpin' what does it mean?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2]
[Mac Dre]
We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble
Don't make us get the bury body shovel
We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches
And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches
[Luni Coleone]
Yeah, I'm the mack of the year like placa bitch
My guys they drive by with the best of the clip
Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins
Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I'ma handle my business
[Mac Dre]
We dog niggas, straight hog niggas
Well connected and when we call niggas
It goes down, down, bodies bein' found
Gangsta mack shit that's how we clown
[Luni Coleone]
And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty
Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie
They call me, nah fuck it can't waste my time
Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma's thighs
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
Pimpin' what does it mean?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2]
The lyrics to "From Sac 2 tha Boonies," by Mac Dre featuring Luni Coleone, describe the lives of two gangsta niggas as they travel from Sacramento to the boonies, in a '73 Chevrolet. The song captures the essence of California livin', with references to big indo, burned rubber, and undetected gangsta moves. Mac Dre uses his trademark style and rap skills to paint a vivid picture of his world, showcasing his talent as a young black brotha. Luni Coleone also joins in with his verse, describing his life as a Coleone thug real McCoy, handling his business with ease and pimping hoes like a pro.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the importance of keeping it pimpin', which means having paper in your pocket and hoes on your team. The lyrics are a testament to the gangsta lifestyle and emphasize the need to be tough, street-smart, and always ready for some tension. The song also speaks to the importance of loyalty and respect in this world, with the need to be undetected and to stay safe and protected at all times.
Overall, "From Sac 2 tha Boonies" is a classic gangsta rap song that captures the essence of California livin' and the importance of staying true to oneself in a dangerous world. It is a reminder of the raw talent and skill that Mac Dre was known for and a testament to his legacy as a rapper.
Line by Line Meaning
It's that California Livin', Young Black Brotha
This is the lifestyle of young black men living in California
Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr
I am driving my 1973 Chevrolet at high speed
Like my nigga, Rich the Fact
Similar to my friend Rich the Fact
Nigga it's the Mac in the back of the 'Lac
I am Mac Dre and I am sitting in the back seat of a Cadillac
Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke
I am smoking high-quality marijuana and getting high
Make old school dance when I dip and yoke
My style of driving my car causes people to dance
It's like M-A-C D-R-E
I am Mac Dre
Way up in KC with the boy Arby
I am in Kansas City with my friend Arby
Yeah biatch, it's presidential
My presence and style are powerful and important
On the under chronic comin' through in a rental
I am driving a rented car and keeping a low profile
I'm undetected, I come protected
I am avoiding detection and staying safe with protection
Two 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch
I am armed with two 44 caliber pistols and wearing a mask and vest for protection
Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty
My friends call me Curty and I am willing to do whatever it takes to succeed
From Mark and Leonard to Howard Hurty?
I have friends from different places and backgrounds, including Mark, Leonard, and Howard
From Missouri don't worry we keep it ragooey
Even in Missouri, we maintain our unique style and swagger
MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies
Both me and Luni Coleone represent Sacramento and travel to the countryside for fun and business
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
We are tough gangsters and ready for any challenge
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
We are not worried and trying to maintain our cool image
Pimpin' what does it mean?
What is the real definition of 'pimping'?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2]
I have money in my pocket and women who work for me
They call me Coleone thug real McCoy
My name is Luni Coleone and I am a genuine thug
I'm a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy
I am a strong and fearless rider, trust me
Get shit crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry
I am ready to start trouble quickly
This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high
The intense and dangerous lifestyle I lead is exhilarating
I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder
I walk around the city with a tough expression and a chip on my shoulder, ready for any confrontation
Young punks they mug back but ain't no balls in these soldiers
Young men try to act tough, but they are not truly brave like us soldiers
I'm in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C
I am currently in the midwestern United States, including Kansas City and North Oklahoma City
Every show, every in-store the hoe framed me
Every time I appear in public, women try to get close to me
Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound
I have a lot of confidence and skill with women
Niggas hate (On my name)
Some men do not like my reputation and image
Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame)
Their women are attracted to me, which upsets them
Pimp nigga how ya do that there
How do you become such a skilled pimp?
Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair
I am so good at convincing women that they give me all their money and even their hair extensions
I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga
I will physically assault anyone who disrespects me or other 'real' people
Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender
I am eating food from an old car with a damaged fender
Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin' on our toes
Both me and Mac Dre are alert and ready for anything
What, what, what, what they call me Coleone!
People call me by my name, Coleone
We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble
We travel worldwide and avoid any issues or problems
Don't make us get the bury body shovel
Do not make us resort to violence and bury someone's body
We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches
We are cruel and ruthless, disposing of bodies in secret
And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches
We are taking advantage of weak women and making money from them
Yeah, I'm the mack of the year like placa bitch
I am the ultimate pimp, the best of the best
My guys they drive by with the best of the clip
My crew has the best weapons and firepower
Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins
I am always active and making moves, like cooking chitlins
Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I'ma handle my business
I am always dealing with challenges and always taking care of my affairs
We dog niggas, straight hog niggas
We are tough and powerful men, like dogs and hogs
Well connected and when we call niggas
We have strong connections and influence, and people listen when we speak
It goes down, down, bodies bein' found
Violence and death often occur when we are involved
Gangsta mack shit that's how we clown
Our brand of tough and pimp style is how we have fun
And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty
We are ready to fight and take on any challenge, like a car with only four working wheels
Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie
We have a lot of money and can get attention from attractive women
They call me, nah fuck it can't waste my time
People call me by my name, but I do not want to waste my time with them
Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma's thighs
I am confident and bold, like the appearance of cellulite on an old woman's thighs
Contributed by Mackenzie O. Suggest a correction in the comments below.