MAC DRE

A rapper so cold he could freeze your ass off, flows so good they’d make your momma proud. Dipped and yoked like he was on a mission from God. Never dropped a dime, just served nickels like they were gold.

The West Coast’s finest, the Bay’s king, the best rapper ever signed. He was the Thizz Entertainment boss, and nobody could touch him. He was the best and will be missed like nobody else.

Mac Dre never stopped, he never quit. He was the Thizz King, the Rock Star trapped in a rapper’s body. He lived and died with the beats, and he was never gonna stop.

He created the Thizzle Dance, the Thizzle Wiggle, and every stupid dance you ever did. He was a lyricist, a dancer, a producer, and a legend. He was from Cali, but he owned the whole world.

Underground rapper from the Bay, the mofuckin’ creator of the Thizzle Dance. If you lived in the Bay, you’d know him. He was the real deal and the Bay’s finest.

Tall, thin, and full of freaky sin. The most heard and understood voice from Vallejo. His lyrics were whipped and his hooks were unforgettable. He was so cool, he could run for mayor or president.

Andre Hicks, Mac Dre, MD, Furl, Furly. The Owner of the Buildin’. He was from Vallejo, made ill raps since ’84. He was the next Tupac and the head of the Romper Room Gang.