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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Mac Dre Lyrics
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Got twomps of kill,
Gurpin' in my 74 Bonneville,
No time to chill,
I?m a grind for real.
What you want?
What you need?
Tryin to find some pills,
Skirtin from the killer whales,
Black and White is always on a nigga's trail.
But I?m hypo, nitro, keep the Chevy Vogue'n , floatin,
From sack to oakland and the sack you smokin
Nobody does it better, get my money, kill a nigga and the bitch I sweat her,
I gets my chedder),
Ching ching and all that.
Put it in a backwood
Nigga roll that,
It?s nothing playa,
Let a game and muscle,
It?s all it takes to get a gang of hustlers,
I sit low in my homeboys Chevy, my Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes,
Yo baby picture tryin to sell somethin that?s an actual fact yo,
If you can?t mix love with rap,
You better step back,
My K Swiss, like the step on the gas,
And if you knew how fast, you'd think I just might crash,
I think I saw the dub roll up in my purple bag, and still I have to roll phat,
Can you believe that?
Can I believe that?
Did you retrieve that?
The money in the bag,
Homie i?m a need that,
My blackberry cellphone confuses me,
I got women talking about Nicky you using me,
I got coogi rap yo, in my speakers in the back,
My car shine like a new gat, I?m with the genie of the lamp,
Comin off the exit ramp,
I grab cash like a calf cramp,
I like garlic butter with aleodo crab,
My son had a fight,
I told him work the jab,
Sometimes i?m very stingy,
But yo i?m mostly greedy,
Man eatin onion rings.
On Poke street, that be very greasy,
Man it?s cracking like a flower seed,
Blowing off a Gang weed,
Not to be authority,
Picture for a more of me,
Racing through this shit like the olympics,
Running red lights,
Never caring about a witness.
I sit low in my homeboys Chevy, my Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes,
Yo baby picture tryin to sell somethin that?s an actual fact yo,
If you can?t mix love with rap,
You better step back,
My K swiss, like the step on the gas,
And if you knew how fast, you think I just might crash,
I think I saw a Dub roll up in my purple bag, and still I have to roll phat,
Can you believe that?
The verses of Mac Dre & Andre Nickatina's song My Homeboys Chevy describe the life of a hustler on the streets, and specifically their experiences driving around in a Chevy. The lyrics depict a fast-paced lifestyle where they are always on the move and constantly grinding to make money. They talk about selling drugs, evading police, and living life on their terms. The chorus emphasizes the importance of staying true to yourself and your passions, and not letting anyone hold you back. Overall, the song paints a vivid picture of the urban hustle and bustle of a life in the fast lane.
Line by Line Meaning
I?m on a block sacked up,
I am on the block ready for anything.
Got twomps of kill,
I have two ounces of marijuana.
Gurpin? in my 74 Bonneville,
I am driving my 1974 Pontiac Bonneville.
No time to chill,
I have no time to relax.
I?m a grind for real.
I am working hard.
What you want?
What do you need?
What you need?
What do you want?
Tryin? to find some pills,
I am trying to find some drugs.
Well come holla at yo neighborhood thug supply,
Come get drugs from me, your local thug dealer.
got everythang a nigga love to buy,
I have everything you want to buy.
It?s me, MD
It is me, Mac Dre.
Skirtin? from the killer whales,
I am driving away from the police.
Black and White is always on a nigga's trail.
The police are always after me.
But I?m hypo, nitro, keep the Chevy Vogue'n , floatin,
I am hyped up and driving my Chevy smoothly.
From sack to oakland and the sack you smokin
I am driving from Sacramento to Oakland with weed.
Nobody does it better, get my money, kill a nigga and the bitch I sweat her,
I am better than everyone else, I make money, and I do not care about anyone else.
I gets my chedder),
I make my money.
Ching ching and all that.
Money, money, and more money.
Put it in a backwood
I am putting the weed in a cigar.
Nigga roll that,
Roll the cigar joint.
It?s nothing playa,
It is not a big deal, player.
Let a game and muscle,
Use your skills and strength to make money.
It?s all it takes to get a gang of hustlers,
This is all you need to have a group of people making money.
I sit low in my homeboys Chevy, my Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes,
I am sitting low in my friend's Chevy, wearing a Makaveli hat and trying not to be seen.
Yo baby picture tryin to sell somethin that?s an actual fact yo,
This is a real situation not a fake one.
If you can?t mix love with rap,
If you cannot combine love with music.
You better step back,
You need to stay away from me.
My K Swiss, like the step on the gas,
My K Swiss sneakers are like stepping on the gas pedal.
And if you knew how fast, you'd think I just might crash,
If you knew how fast I was going, you would think I am going to crash.
I think I saw the dub roll up in my purple bag, and still I have to roll phat,
I think I saw the 20-dollar bill in my bag, but I am still going to roll a big blunt.
Can you believe that?
Can you believe that happened?
Did you retrieve that?
Did you get that?
The money in the bag,
The money I have in my bag.
Homie i?m a need that,
I need that money, bro.
My blackberry cellphone confuses me,
My BlackBerry cell phone is difficult to use.
I got women talking about Nicky you using me,
Women are talking about me using them.
I got coogi rap yo, in my speakers in the back,
I am playing Coogi rap music on my car's speakers.
My car shine like a new gat,
My car is shining like a new gun.
I?m with the genie of the lamp,
I am with the genie that grants wishes.
Comin off the exit ramp,
I am getting off the highway exit.
I grab cash like a calf cramp,
I am grabbing money easily like I get calf cramps.
I like garlic butter with aleodo crab,
I like garlic butter and crab.
My son had a fight,
My son got into a fight.
I told him work the jab,
I told him to use his punches wisely.
Sometimes i?m very stingy,
Sometimes I am very greedy.
But yo i?m mostly greedy,
But mostly I am very greedy.
Man eatin onion rings.
I am eating onion rings.
On Poke street, that be very greasy,
On Poke street, the food is very greasy.
Man it?s cracking like a flower seed,
It is breaking apart easily like a flower seed.
Blowing off a Gang weed,
I am smoking gang weed.
Not to be authority,
I am not trying to be the authority figure.
Picture for a more of me,
Take a photo to remember me.
Racing through this shit like the olympics,
I am driving fast like in the Olympics.
Running red lights,
I am driving past red lights.
Never caring about a witness.
I do not care if anyone sees me.
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: ANDRE LAMOND ADAMS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
CCC 303
44 on my lap for the funk
Talking to a beezy on the phone and I can’t hear her
Turned down the hook so I can hear clearer
I hear sirens getting nearer
Red and blue lights in my rear view mirror
Pull over (nope nope) with a car full of smoke and a trunk full of dope
I hit the gaser to go faser
All you heard was dual exhaust flow master
Yeeeeee
Thizz in peace my cutthroat
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Jesus Behind the Wheel
I just discovered this song. This is the greatest rap song I've ever listened to!
El Joker
Yo I use to pass this song all the time and I recently just started to listen it. 🔥
Simon Todd
@The beast checks for ever! Checkered flags!
Sour Diesel🍀
That beat is funky too makes you wanna gig 🏃🤑
Samuel Borchardt-Cho
Every Dre song is a slapppperr
Meech R
🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 this hella old Dre made this like 03 probably before. It do go hard tho
Renato Laranja
Man this aged well. MAC DRE will always be remembered for his contribution to the culture.
Stephen Peck
Much Hespect Master 🍊🍊🍊🍊
Dustin Caldwell
I’m a Chevy man but they both killed this track!!! Still slap it after all these years!! Classic!!!!!
Matthew Byars
Mac Dre one of the best lyricists of all time. Man does he smash that first verse