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.
Stuart Little
Mac Dre Lyrics
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Professionals
Professionals on the roll
Start acting like amateurs
Amateurs
They think they know what we doing ya feel me
So what we′re gonna do is keep this thing professional
Yadiadamean
This ain't no fairty tale of hansel and gretel
But more important cuddy
Fool it′s the ghetto
Heavy metal pushin on the chevy petal
War in the street is the only way the beef is settled
Young monster, no guilty conscience
Hold a nigga hostage, empty out a cartridge
Scaredy niggas, do the fuckin ostrich
Hide ya head so a nigga can't pop it (blap)
You better watch it, see and be cautious
Act like an alien, we'll treat you like a martian
Ponderosa, 69 from santa rosa, no sir, we don′t drink mimosa
Dre ain′t know home boy, I'm benefited
Hop in the old school, lay low and dip a few
Baggage on both sides, T-Shirts and tennis shoes
Givin a nigga the blues, fight a fool win or lose
Never see me talkin to 5-o or givin clues
Read about me runnin from 5-o on the news
We tryina go cause 5-o is into fools
They beena fool
Boy you know what I′m finna do
See men on the DL is what I'm finna do
Hit the sto′ fo' mo′ OJ, Gin and Juice
It's 10 and 2 I'm on a mission like always
Tryina have my mail longer than hallways
Breakin every single one of my bitches they all pay
It′s literally all day that these bitches would dre
Hello Dre?
Whaaat Bitch?
Ya′ll niggaz tote heaters
My niggaz tote ovens
40 cal we pull about a dozen
I'll keep your cousin
Make em eat blood
I′m just a thug
From the country club
Nigga what? sex, money and murder
We ballaz touch more cheese than hamburgers (HAMBURGERS?)
I pack a squirter, extended clip
These blade ass niggas, they seem to trip
Stuart littles, with no viddles
Fuck with me, get sent to hospitals
I don't be playin
I get to sprayin
So before you pull a lick
Put some mac dre in
The lyrics of Mac Dre's song "Stuart Little" are a representation of the artist's personal experiences in the ghetto. Dre talks about the need to stay professional amidst the chaos caused by amateurs who pose a threat to the survival of those in the ghetto. He highlights the dire situation of the ghetto through his lyrics, with "war in the streets" being the only means of settling disputes. He describes himself as a "young monster," with no guilty conscience, who holds people hostage and shoots without hesitation.
Dre also touches on the concepts of loyalty, street justice, and gang culture. He warns against betraying others and talks about handling things in a certain way to avoid being perceived as aliens or martians. He emphasizes how he is always on a mission, trying to earn more money and maintain his reputation. The use of slang is prevalent throughout the song, which makes it challenging for people who are not a part of the culture to understand the lyrics.
The song is not for the faint-hearted and is a potent commentary on the realities faced by many African Americans living in the ghetto. It highlights issues like poverty, violence, loyalty, and gang culture. Mac Dre’s style of storytelling and unique use of language makes this song a classic in its genre.
Line by Line Meaning
Mind trip
Introducing the topic of the song
Professionals
People with expertise
Professionals on the roll
Experts who are moving forward
Start acting like amateurs
Act like you don't know what you're doing
Amateurs
People without experience
They think they know what we doing ya feel me
They believe they know what we're doing
So what we′re gonna do is keep this thing professional
We'll continue to act like experts
Yadiadamean
You know what I mean
This ain't no fairty tale of hansel and gretel
This isn't a children's story
But more important cuddy
But more importantly, my friend
Fool it′s the ghetto
It's the ghetto, my friend
Heavy metal pushin on the chevy petal
Loud music playing while driving
War in the street is the only way the beef is settled
Violence is the only way to resolve conflicts
Young monster, no guilty conscience
A young person without guilt
Hold a nigga hostage, empty out a cartridge
Take someone captive and then shoot them
Scaredy niggas, do the fuckin ostrich
Cowards who hide their heads in the sand
Hide ya head so a nigga can't pop it (blap)
Hide your head to avoid getting shot
You better watch it, see and be cautious
Be careful
Act like an alien, we'll treat you like a martian
Act like a stranger and we'll treat you like one
Ponderosa, 69 from santa rosa, no sir, we don′t drink mimosa
A street name and location where people don't drink mimosa
Dre ain't know home boy, I'm benefited
Dre is not familiar with this person, but I'm okay with it
Hop in the old school, lay low and dip a few
Get into the old car, stay low and leave a few places
Baggage on both sides, T-Shirts and tennis shoes
Luggage and clothing items
Givin a nigga the blues, fight a fool win or lose
Making someone sad, fighting without worrying about the outcome
Never see me talkin to 5-o or givin clues
I don't talk to the police or give hints
Read about me runnin from 5-o on the news
News stories about me running from police
We tryina go cause 5-o is into fools
We're trying to leave because the police are looking for us
They beena fool
They've been foolish
Boy you know what I′m finna do
You know what I'm about to do
See men on the DL is what I'm finna do
I'm going to secretly see someone
Hit the sto′ fo' mo′ OJ, Gin and Juice
Go to the store to get more drinks
It's 10 and 2 I'm on a mission like always
It's 10 PM and I'm doing what I always do
Tryina have my mail longer than hallways
I'm trying to receive mail for a long time
Breakin every single one of my bitches they all pay
Making money from all of my women
It′s literally all day that these bitches would dre
These women are involved with me all day
Hello Dre?
A phone call
Whaaat Bitch?
A response to the phone call
Ya′ll niggaz tote heaters
You carry guns
My niggaz tote ovens
I and my friends have large guns
40 cal we pull about a dozen
We have many guns, including .40 caliber
I'll keep your cousin
I'll take care of your relative
Make em eat blood
Hurt them physically
I′m just a thug
I'm a gangster
From the country club
From a wealthy area
Nigga what? sex, money and murder
A response of agreement
We ballaz touch more cheese than hamburgers (HAMBURGERS?)
We make a lot of money
I pack a squirter, extended clip
I have a gun with a large ammunition clip
These blade ass niggas, they seem to trip
People with knives can be crazy
Stuart littles, with no viddles
Small people with no food
Fuck with me, get sent to hospitals
People who mess with me get hurt
I don't be playin
I'm serious
I get to sprayin
I start shooting
So before you pull a lick
Before you commit a robbery
Put some mac dre in
Listen to my music
Writer(s): Andre Hicks
Contributed by Eva I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
kingofCOMO
i dont trust your hip hop opinion unless you think mac dre is the best
Locust Walkman
🙌
Chris Manqueros
Yadidada mean
Pimp2g6
Facts
ND.Entertainment
Exactly!!
Gary Ellison
On mama no drama
jamalydude
Still one of my favorite songs, literally since I was a sophomore in HS
RJ Williams
Factsssss
jamalydude
Been listening to this for over almost 15 years, still my all time favorite Mac Dre song ever
jamalydude
my favorite Mac Dre song. since I was in highschool. reminds me of being high at school and all the good friends and just living in the moment