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from the album Young Black Brotha - The Album ·Copyright: Writer(s): Khayree Shaheed, Troy Reddick, Michael Shawn Robinson, Andre Hicks Lyrics Terms of Use

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J-Diggs (Jamal Diggs) is a prolific Bay Area rapper and co-CEO of Thizz Entertainment, the influential label founded by the late Mac Dre that became instrumental in popularizing the style of hip-hop known as hyphy. As with many hyphy artists, Diggs' gruff yet laidback raps are typically focused on subjects such as fast cars/motorcycles, drugs, sex, and city life, highlighted on releases such. Remember Me is a 2002 album by Hyphy Bay Area rapper Mac Dre. Track listing 'Another Dose' - (Intro) 'Livin' That Life' - (Remix) 'Gift 2 Gab' 'How I Got This Name' - (Remix) 'Should of Been Mo' - (Remix). Mac Dre (born July 5, 1970, Oakland, California, USA – died November 1, 2004, Kansas City, Missouri, USA) was an American rapper based in Vallejo, California. Mac Dre was considered as one of the pioneers of Bay Area rap. He started his career in the late 1980's working with Khayree on his label, Strictly Business Records. In the early 1990's. Mac Dre:: The Musical Life of Mac Dre Vol. 1 - The Strictly Business Years 1989-1991:: Young Black Brotha as reviewed by Matt Jost Andre Hicks' posthumous releases might just outnumber Tupac Shakur's. The collection at hand deserves a closer look because it operates with a sense of history, gathering tracks from the earliest stage of his career. 589,817 likes 5,210 talking about this. The Official Mac Dre Page. Mac Dre - The Musical Life of Mac Dre, Vol. 3 - The Young Black Brotha Years: 1996-1998 Album Lyrics; 1. And What Is Ya Name (feat. Back 2 My Mission: 3. Feeling Like That Ni.A: 4. How I Got Tis Name: 6. If You Don't Do Nothin 7. Its Rainin Game (feat. Robert Ferguson) 8. Livin That Life (feat. Khayree Shaheed, Robert. Andre Louis Hicks (July 5, 1970 – November 1, 2004), better known by his stage name Mac Dre, was an American rapper, hip hop pioneer, and record producer based in Vallejo, California. He was instrumental in the emergence of hyphy, a cultural movement in the Bay Area hip hop scene that emerged in the early 2000s. Hicks is considered one of the movement's key pioneers that fueled its.

ah yeah, this is Mac Dre back in your face
(California)
I got my homeboy Coolie in the place
(California)
kick back, let us tell you about...

this California lifestyle that I live,
woofers in the truck straight slammin',
strike it through the neighborhood jammin',
where you could drop the top, or blow the brains,
hit in the intersection and do some things,
passin' up folks with a gang of yolks,
smooth, thick legs, no pantyhose,
silky perms and dookie braids,
brothers with curls, some with bangs,
have parties rock, way past three,
players straight sip on Hennessey
high street chasers, Chevy racers,
having sex in the strangest places,
Nike shoes, Levi's jeans,
triple gold Daytons and ------------,
some on vocals, some on leads,
brothers like me rap to the beat,
dual exhaust, candy paint,
fat bank and gang a dank,
never on time, always late,
on the Bay Bridge or the Golden Gate,
if you wanna live on the best coast,
you better try to move to the west coast,
well, life is too short and the game is thick,
home of the Mac, and group of your chicks,
where brothers stay on the savage grind,
kids with the freak when they find the time,
the C-A-L-I-F-O-R ... N-I-A rap superstar,
dose for dose, I love to spit,
and for the dank, I love to hit it,
hold me in, so it can choke me,
when I get dank, it will provoke me,
just bust a rhyme, do the mike,
a west coast rap, the kind you like,
from V-A-double L-E-J-O,
well, makin' dope raps is all I know,
wake up in the morning, eat some grits,
hit the studio, make some hits,
now that you've been told about,
what you rap fans get sold about,
one million copies, or even more,
I'm pumpin' dope rhymes to the record store,
yeah fool, you hear me spittin',
tellin' you about that California livin',

(California livin')
(California livin')
Mac Dre: oh yeah, I got my friend Coolie in the house...
he's gonna bust one.
Coolie: yeah, what time they allow C-double O-L on this microphone? goes like this...

kickin' it up everyday, tryin' to make it through,
stackin' a bank, pullin' women and I'll take two,
you wanna be down with this California lifestyle,
proof is with the child, now livin' wild,
in the streets of California you better be packin',
now watch your back, into the back is jackin',
the wind breeze, blowin' through the trees,
and I'm still gettin' attacked at a hundred degrees,
sings so hard on the avenue,
from L.A. to the Bay, brothers stay comin' through,
and Benzes, Porsches, Fives, and things,
dropped cool -------, whipped up things,
gold chains and bowls, candy paint and the kitty,
-------, talk about lips,
some of the best females ever seen,
straight California skanks, out for your dreams,
in the gold state, livin' way too real, fool,
and if you soft, you best be cool,
to the double R, all my time is gettin',
Coolie on Mac Dre, California livin',

(California livin')
(California livin')
(California livin')
(California livin')

Coolie: ah yeah, Mac Dre, we're smokin' california livin' on 'em,

(California livin')

what's up my rap gangs?

(California livin')

ah yeah, that's dope,
check it out, let's put a little somethin' like this...
somethin' like this, check it out...

1-2-3-(3) California livin' it up,
girls be givin' it up,
kickin' back on the track,
with a some Hen. in your cup,
it's a twelve month party,
so when you see me on stage with Lat and Marty,
get out your seat and feel the beat,
peel the freak and don't stop 'til seas kills the feet,
on the California coast we pop the most,
and dose for dose let's spit the dough,
on the w-e-s-t c-o-a-s-t,
it's young Mac Dre from the c-r-e-s-t,
down and dirty, doin' things,
only players can do,
straight California livin' is what I'm sayin' to you,
ridin', sidin', whipin', dippin',
24/7 the brotha ain't trippin',
Mac Dre, the one you like to listen to,
nationwide and now I'm offensive, too,
put a little swing in the rap game,
and come up strong for the Mac man,

(Mac Dre boy)

(for the Mac man)

(Mac - Mac)

(for the Mac man)

(Mac Dre boy

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(chorus)
It's your life, don't be stupid though (4x)
'cause when you waste it

(Black C)
Livin that young life
Where nothin nice runnin from the vice
Think twice you lose your life gamblin with the dice
'cause it ain't nothin but a ninety thing baby
And all the hoes in the Point drive me crazy
Can't fade me
If they had a ten-foot pole
I stroll down the block givin props
To my niggaz on the spot
It won't stop and it won't quit
'cause the hoes can't f**k with our shit I switch
Up on that ass, fast
If she try to fade a young nigga she'll get mashed, bitch
It's just a juice thang, mothaf**kin deuce thang
Kill that game, but still a nigga maintain
My business, my mission I'm lynchin
Any mothaf**ka catch another one of my loved ones slippin
I smell jealousy up in the Point
But I laugh at the niggaz as I blaze up a chronic joint
'cause I don't trip off them bitch-made niggaz
Or them gold-diggers, 'cause they don't know my niggaz known killers
But I guess that's a victim tryin to earn a stripe
And got caught up in that mothaf**kin way of life

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Mac Dre Music

(Mr. Cee)
Livin my life man, must be the f**kin shit
'cause nowdays niggaz actin like a f**kin trip
And punk hoes try to get you lynched by your dick
But all you impetrators gonna need a Medic quick
Saying this or saying that
You might as well be a masseuse 'cause ya always talking shit behind my
back
Spreadin rumors like tumors
And crossin off my face on my poster in your girl's room
And um, I never asked to be the man
But the way these niggaz be playa-hatin make it seem like I really can
But I don't have to play a role or perp to kick it
Just to get a piece of ass or a free meal ticket
Now I got a tape and these bustas wanna hate me
Just because they girl caught the base and wanna date me
But back in the days it was always about my nigga
And now you see a brotha comin up then you say his head is bigger
But I'm still the same-old same-old
The only thing changed was my Levi's to Girbaud
Damn, it just ain't right
But that's just the shit I have to go through 'cause I claim I'm livin
the life

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