MAAD stands for Minority Alliance of Anti-Discrimination. Following the dissolution of Low Profile, the rapper WC formed the group and released the albums, Ain't a Damn Thang Changed in 1991 and Curb Servin' in 1995. The albums spawned some popular singles, notably "Dress Code", "West Up!" and "The One".
WC would later leave the group and form the gangsta rap supergroup Westside Connection with Ice Cube and Mack 10. WC and Crazy Toones continued working together at Ice Cube's Lench Mob Records.
On January 9, 2017, Crazy Toones died at age 45 of a heart attack.
On September 28, 2022, Coolio died at age 59 of an accidental overdose of fentanyl, heroin and meth.
Wet Dream
WC And The Maad Circle Lyrics
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Slobbin on my pillow and I'm droolin at the mouth
And now I'm havin dreams cause I'm in a deep sleep
But +I+ ain't +Dream About+ no motherfucker named +Jeannie+
Shit was intense, it had me sweatin like crack
Sorta like a horror flick for every motherfucker who dissed the black
People was gettin done, we had em on the run
Killin em all, one by one
No more set trippin, with cappin each other
Brother to brother, hand in hand
Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep, ready for action and
All you seen was niggaz and knick-kickers
Bailin on this mission, hesta coalition
Checkin through the vicinity, for enemies
And if we find any they gon' get treated like Reginald Denny
Oooh, the shit was cooler than a motherfucker
Never thought the day'd come when I could wear the other color
Without gettin hit up, sweated or shot on the scene
Sparked up, it had to be a dream
But anyway, back to the - story
That I'm, tossin - listen up when black folks are talkin
Niggaz was in the streets runnin wild
And tied to this car it was Officer Colonel Colin Powell
And bein that bitch-made's was the first to go
Pete Wilson was on the side stripped out his clothes
Tied to the back of a six-fo'
And it was draggin his ass up and down El Segundo
Uhh, now whassup nigga with the shit that you was poppin
You ain't bannin shit, motherfucker!
Then told Colonel Powell to turn his ass over, and from the back
they placed both of they hands down on his shoulder
Surrounded by a gang of niggaz he screamed loud
"I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!" but they still fucked him doggystyle
And that's when my dream started gettin good
My dick was rising and rising ready to break wood
Cause now we lookin for the residence
Thirty thousand gang members on our way to Washington
And the National Guard couldn't fuck with us
Cause in my dream we had guns blowin up the helicopters
Bailed in the White House, deep
Caught you-know-who in his motherfuckin sleep
You comin back with us to South Central that's what we told him
Before we stuffed him in the back of the low-low
Got to the hood, now it'ssssON!
Now it's time for him to pay the piper, for doin us wrong
Cause now the tables was turned and on the top we stood
Robbin motherfuckers for they manhood
And even the old folks was down, fuck em up, hang em high
Is what they screamed out the crowd
And that's when I heard a gunshot
And his body fell back and his brains went SPLAT
Now here's where I finally woke up
Sittin in a puddle full of nut
Heard a loud siren then I ran to the front
Hopin ain't nobody I know; they got the fuckin yellow tape up
Damn, they laid my homey in the street
Another victim of gang violence, created by the beast
And to think just a minute ago
Yo I was dreamin this bullshit ceased, we killed the real devil
But I guess it was just my, imagination
That one day we can all live as one
Man fuck it, no matter how real it all seemed yo
The shit was only a wet dream..
.. fuck this is back on again
The song "Wet Dream" by WC and the Maad Circle is a narrative of a vivid dream that WC had while sleeping. The song explores WC's subconscious, which takes him on a wild ride through a dream that at times felt empowering and at other times felt violent and outlandish.
The song is built on heavy beats and funky basslines, and the lyrics are delivered in WC's signature aggressive style, which adds a layer of intensity to the narrative. The images presented in the lyrics are graphic, violent, and sexually charged, which makes the song a bit controversial.
At its core, the song is an exploration of the collective psyche of black Americans, who are shown coming together to take on their oppressors and overcome the violence that plagues their communities. However, the violent imagery and sexual undertones can be seen as a reflection of the rage and frustration that many black Americans feel towards the systemic racism that they face.
Overall, the song is a powerful piece of commentary on the state of black America and the struggles that black people face in their daily lives. It stands as a testament to the power of hip hop music as a tool for social commentary and political activism.
Line by Line Meaning
Snorin like a motherfucker, stretched on the couch
I was sleeping soundly on the couch and snoring loudly.
Slobbin on my pillow and I'm droolin at the mouth
I was drooling on my pillow while sleeping.
And now I'm havin dreams cause I'm in a deep sleep
I am now dreaming because I am in a deep sleep.
But +I+ ain't +Dream About+ no motherfucker named +Jeannie+
My dream does not involve anyone by the name Jeannie.
Shit was intense, it had me sweatin like crack
My dream was intense and caused me to sweat profusely.
Sorta like a horror flick for every motherfucker who dissed the black
It was like a horror movie for anyone who had ever disrespected black people.
People was gettin done, we had em on the run
We were catching people and making them flee.
Killin em all, one by one
We were killing people one by one.
Cause niggaz in the hood was finally gettin together
People in the neighborhood were finally uniting.
No more set trippin, with cappin each other
We no longer had to worry about gang feuds and killing each other.
Brother to brother, hand in hand
We were united as brothers and held each other's hands.
Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep, ready for action and
We were 30,000 strong and ready to take action.
All you seen was niggaz and knick-kickers
All you could see were black people and their Nike shoes.
Bailin on this mission, hesta coalition
We were working together as a strong coalition.
Checkin through the vicinity, for enemies
We were looking for enemies in the area.
And if we find any they gon' get treated like Reginald Denny
If we found any enemies, we would treat them like how Reginald Denny was treated during the LA riots.
Oooh, the shit was cooler than a motherfucker
The situation was really cool and intense.
Never thought the day'd come when I could wear the other color
I never thought the day would come when I could wear clothing of a different gang color without getting attacked for it.
Without gettin hit up, sweated or shot on the scene
Without being confronted, harassed or shot because of the color of my clothes.
Sparked up, it had to be a dream
I must have been dreaming because the situation was too good to be true.
But anyway, back to the - story
But going back to my dream.
That I'm, tossin - listen up when black folks are talkin
Listen closely when black people speak about their experiences.
Niggaz was in the streets runnin wild
People were running wild in the streets.
And tied to this car it was Officer Colonel Colin Powell
Colonel Colin Powell, who was an officer at the time, was tied to a car.
And bein that bitch-made's was the first to go
As cowards were the first to be dealt with.
Pete Wilson was on the side stripped out his clothes
Pete Wilson was on the side, stripped of his clothes.
Tied to the back of a six-fo'
He was tied to the back of a '64 Impala.
And it was draggin his ass up and down El Segundo
His body was dragged up and down El Segundo.
Uhh, now whassup nigga with the shit that you was poppin
What do you have to say now with the way you were behaving?
You ain't bannin shit, motherfucker!
You did not accomplish anything, you worthless bastard!
Then told Colonel Powell to turn his ass over, and from the back
They then told Colonel Powell to turn over.
they placed both of they hands down on his shoulder
They put their hands on his shoulders.
Surrounded by a gang of niggaz he screamed loud
He was surrounded by a group of black people who made him scream loudly.
"I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!" but they still fucked him doggystyle
He apologized for bombing Iraq, but they still sexually assaulted him.
And that's when my dream started gettin good
That is when my dream started to get better.
My dick was rising and rising ready to break wood
My penis was getting erect and ready to have sex.
Cause now we lookin for the residence
We were now looking for the residence to invade.
Thirty thousand gang members on our way to Washington
30,000 gang members were headed to Washington.
And the National Guard couldn't fuck with us
The National Guard was powerless against us.
Cause in my dream we had guns blowin up the helicopters
In my dream, we had guns that could blow up helicopters.
Bailed in the White House, deep
We stormed the White House.
Caught you-know-who in his motherfuckin sleep
We caught the person we were after while he was sleeping.
You comin back with us to South Central that's what we told him
We told him that he was coming back with us to South Central LA.
Before we stuffed him in the back of the low-low
Before we put him in the back seat of a lowrider.
Got to the hood, now it'ssssON!
Once we reached the neighborhood, it was on!
Now it's time for him to pay the piper, for doin us wrong
It was now time for him to face the consequences of his actions against us.
Cause now the tables was turned and on the top we stood
We had the power and were in control now.
Robbin motherfuckers for they manhood
We were robbing people of their manhood.
And even the old folks was down, fuck em up, hang em high
Even the elderly were on board with what we were doing, they wanted to hurt people too.
Is what they screamed out the crowd
The crowd was being very vocal about their actions.
And that's when I heard a gunshot
I heard a gunshot.
And his body fell back and his brains went SPLAT
He fell back and his brain splattered.
Now here's where I finally woke up
And here is where I finally woke up from my dream.
Sittin in a puddle full of nut
I woke up sitting in a wet mess.
Heard a loud siren then I ran to the front
I heard a loud siren and ran to the front to see what was going on.
Hopin ain't nobody I know; they got the fuckin yellow tape up
I was hoping I didn't know the person who was involved and there was yellow tape around the scene.
Damn, they laid my homey in the street
My friend was laying dead on the street.
Another victim of gang violence, created by the beast
Another person became a victim of gang violence, caused by the gang culture.
And to think just a minute ago
And to think that just a minute ago,
Yo I was dreamin this bullshit ceased, we killed the real devil
I was dreaming that the nonsense had finally ended and that we were killing the real problem.
But I guess it was just my, imagination
But I suppose it was just my imagination.
That one day we can all live as one
That one day we can all live together in peace.
Man fuck it, no matter how real it all seemed yo
It doesn't matter, no matter how real it all seemed.
The shit was only a wet dream..
It was only a dream.
.. fuck this is back on again
Fuck, it's happening again.
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