Dedrick D'Mon Rolison (born August 9, 1971), better known by his stage nameMack 10, is an American rapper and actor. He has sold nearly 11 million records independently combining his solo and group works. Mack 10 made his first appearance on Ice Cube's 1994 "Bootlegs & B-Sides" compilation on the remixed track "What Can I Do?" and was a member of hip hop supergroupWestside Connection along with Ice Cube and WC. Mack 10 is also the founder of independent record label Hoo-Bangin' Records. He takes his nickname from the Ingram MAC-10 submachine gun. He is also a member of the Inglewood Family Gangster Bloods (IFGB), as told in YG's song "Bicken Back Being Bool" (Remix).
Career
Mack 10 made his first appearance on Ice Cube's "Bootlegs & B-Sides" compilation on the track "What Can I Do? (Remix)"
His debut, gold selling album “Mack 10” was released in 1995 on the Priority label. He made his hip hop debut with the hit single, "Foe Life", off his self-titled cd. His next two releases “Based on a True Story” (1997) and “The Recipe” (1998) also reached gold certification and peaked at #14 and #15 on the Billboard 200, respectively.
Da Hood (slang for "the neighborhood") usually refers to an underclass big-city neighborhood, with high crime rates, low-income housing and a general mentality of despair and hopelessness. It may also refer to one of the following:
The album did not have much commercial success outside of Houston and reached number 44 on the BillboardTop R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart and 33 on the Top Heatseekers chart. Two singles were released from the album, "Da Hood" and "What You Say", both of which had accompanying music videos, though neither charted in Billboard.
Music video by Mack 10 performing From Tha Streetz (Audiovisual).
published: 13 Mar 2009
Mc-Eiht ft Mac 10- The Hood Is Mine (official video)
mc eiht ft mac 10 the hood is mine.. official video..sub me
published: 08 Mar 2010
Mack 10 Da Hood & Butch Cassidy Look At Us Now
Mack 10 Ghetto Gutter & Gangsta
published: 07 May 2010
Mack 10 - keep it hood (feat. bre perry)
Mack 10 - Hustla's Handbook
published: 29 Aug 2008
05 Mack 10 Hood Famous Feat I Holiday
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published: 29 Sep 2009
Mack 10 Ft Da Hood,Butch Cassidy - Like it or Not [KINGS ROW RADIO]
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published: 05 Feb 2012
Mack 10- Connected For Life (Dirty)- Bang Or Ball
Connected For Life (Dirty)
Mack 10 Ft. Ice Cube, WC & Butch Cassidy
Bang Or Ball
All Credit Goes to The repected affiliates
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS VIDEO
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fed co
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out the garage, is a Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin
I got the jackers drooling, and the hoes fiendin
And since I'm Westside Connected got the streets on hype
I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inchers roll - go and get these hoes
Picky hoes wanna roll with my niggaroles
But be a freak about it, and I'mma see about it
Speak about it, no bitch I'mma be about it
Who want some of this, West runnin...
published: 08 Jan 2013
MC Eiht Feat. Mack 10 & Techniec - Tha hood is mine
Connected For Life (Dirty)
Mack 10 Ft. Ice Cube, WC & Butch Cassidy
Bang Or Ball
All Credit Goes to The repected affiliates
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS VIDEO
Ly...
Connected For Life (Dirty)
Mack 10 Ft. Ice Cube, WC & Butch Cassidy
Bang Or Ball
All Credit Goes to The repected affiliates
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS VIDEO
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fed co
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out the garage, is a Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin
I got the jackers drooling, and the hoes fiendin
And since I'm Westside Connected got the streets on hype
I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inchers roll - go and get these hoes
Picky hoes wanna roll with my niggaroles
But be a freak about it, and I'mma see about it
Speak about it, no bitch I'mma be about it
Who want some of this, West running this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit?
You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this
[Verse 3: W.C.]
What that connect like? Nigga like three time felon
Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich Ru-bellin'
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingers up
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed
Chevy Nash and dippin the ass and king of the zaggin
Fo'-fo' mackin and coat taggin
Dub the hood phtanom I'm in a blue phantom
In front of the club and valet, do for talk and mack 'em trick
[Hook: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like, tossin' them hoes?
And rollin' them fools on them vogues
Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs
And bustin' on punks at close range
This the way us gangstas roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
Bitches and suckers stunt so cold
This is the life we chose
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it
And all I know is the street so that's how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, then I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up short, then I probably did it
And if lil' momma thick then I gotta hit it
The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
If it was sherm on a stick then I probably lit it
The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes
I'm makin three wishes, or takin' they pictures
And spendin' they riches and fuckin' they bitches
Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube's an asshole and it ain't an act
So take a hit of that - and remember that
Where my motherfuckin niggas and my bitches at?
[Verse 6: W.C.]
Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique
And like a dragon it's nathin' but fire when I spit
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays
And rubber bands and braids
From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance
Where we keep the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan
It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer
Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor bitch
[Hook] - repeat 2X
[Mack 10 - repeat 2X]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'mma be "Connected for Life"
[Outro: Mack 10]
Yeah!, West Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Mannie Fresh you a fool for this beat, boy
Uh, uh, uh
Connected For Life (Dirty)
Mack 10 Ft. Ice Cube, WC & Butch Cassidy
Bang Or Ball
All Credit Goes to The repected affiliates
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS VIDEO
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fed co
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out the garage, is a Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin
I got the jackers drooling, and the hoes fiendin
And since I'm Westside Connected got the streets on hype
I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inchers roll - go and get these hoes
Picky hoes wanna roll with my niggaroles
But be a freak about it, and I'mma see about it
Speak about it, no bitch I'mma be about it
Who want some of this, West running this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit?
You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this
[Verse 3: W.C.]
What that connect like? Nigga like three time felon
Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich Ru-bellin'
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingers up
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed
Chevy Nash and dippin the ass and king of the zaggin
Fo'-fo' mackin and coat taggin
Dub the hood phtanom I'm in a blue phantom
In front of the club and valet, do for talk and mack 'em trick
[Hook: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like, tossin' them hoes?
And rollin' them fools on them vogues
Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs
And bustin' on punks at close range
This the way us gangstas roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
Bitches and suckers stunt so cold
This is the life we chose
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it
And all I know is the street so that's how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, then I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up short, then I probably did it
And if lil' momma thick then I gotta hit it
The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
If it was sherm on a stick then I probably lit it
The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes
I'm makin three wishes, or takin' they pictures
And spendin' they riches and fuckin' they bitches
Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube's an asshole and it ain't an act
So take a hit of that - and remember that
Where my motherfuckin niggas and my bitches at?
[Verse 6: W.C.]
Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique
And like a dragon it's nathin' but fire when I spit
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays
And rubber bands and braids
From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance
Where we keep the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan
It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer
Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor bitch
[Hook] - repeat 2X
[Mack 10 - repeat 2X]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'mma be "Connected for Life"
[Outro: Mack 10]
Yeah!, West Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Mannie Fresh you a fool for this beat, boy
Uh, uh, uh
Connected For Life (Dirty)
Mack 10 Ft. Ice Cube, WC & Butch Cassidy
Bang Or Ball
All Credit Goes to The repected affiliates
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS VIDEO
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fed co
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out the garage, is a Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin
I got the jackers drooling, and the hoes fiendin
And since I'm Westside Connected got the streets on hype
I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inchers roll - go and get these hoes
Picky hoes wanna roll with my niggaroles
But be a freak about it, and I'mma see about it
Speak about it, no bitch I'mma be about it
Who want some of this, West running this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit?
You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this
[Verse 3: W.C.]
What that connect like? Nigga like three time felon
Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich Ru-bellin'
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingers up
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed
Chevy Nash and dippin the ass and king of the zaggin
Fo'-fo' mackin and coat taggin
Dub the hood phtanom I'm in a blue phantom
In front of the club and valet, do for talk and mack 'em trick
[Hook: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like, tossin' them hoes?
And rollin' them fools on them vogues
Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs
And bustin' on punks at close range
This the way us gangstas roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
Bitches and suckers stunt so cold
This is the life we chose
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it
And all I know is the street so that's how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, then I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up short, then I probably did it
And if lil' momma thick then I gotta hit it
The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
If it was sherm on a stick then I probably lit it
The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes
I'm makin three wishes, or takin' they pictures
And spendin' they riches and fuckin' they bitches
Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube's an asshole and it ain't an act
So take a hit of that - and remember that
Where my motherfuckin niggas and my bitches at?
[Verse 6: W.C.]
Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique
And like a dragon it's nathin' but fire when I spit
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays
And rubber bands and braids
From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance
Where we keep the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan
It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer
Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor bitch
[Hook] - repeat 2X
[Mack 10 - repeat 2X]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'mma be "Connected for Life"
[Outro: Mack 10]
Yeah!, West Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Mannie Fresh you a fool for this beat, boy
Uh, uh, uh
Dedrick D'Mon Rolison (born August 9, 1971), better known by his stage nameMack 10, is an American rapper and actor. He has sold nearly 11 million records independently combining his solo and group works. Mack 10 made his first appearance on Ice Cube's 1994 "Bootlegs & B-Sides" compilation on the remixed track "What Can I Do?" and was a member of hip hop supergroupWestside Connection along with Ice Cube and WC. Mack 10 is also the founder of independent record label Hoo-Bangin' Records. He takes his nickname from the Ingram MAC-10 submachine gun. He is also a member of the Inglewood Family Gangster Bloods (IFGB), as told in YG's song "Bicken Back Being Bool" (Remix).
Career
Mack 10 made his first appearance on Ice Cube's "Bootlegs & B-Sides" compilation on the track "What Can I Do? (Remix)"
His debut, gold selling album “Mack 10” was released in 1995 on the Priority label. He made his hip hop debut with the hit single, "Foe Life", off his self-titled cd. His next two releases “Based on a True Story” (1997) and “The Recipe” (1998) also reached gold certification and peaked at #14 and #15 on the Billboard 200, respectively.
We can take over the world, he said And it's plenty gold in my country, he said A 1000 men make a company, he said But I gotta put into your butt lead, I say When it's dark fuck the dumb, I'm on the run Go to the shack for somebody black that wanna come Original man in a swamp land habitat Old man said, "Don't go," but fuck that I gotta be free, they can't catch me Cause I'm too quick for 'em, see? Check the north star, goin' real far north A straight line is designed for the shortest course So a crooked devil wants me back now He let his dogs go to chase this black down But I ain't down with being caught, so I fought back They gotta drag them a bleeding dead nigga back But not like that, fool, I ain't going out Before I do I bet I take one of these crackers out (Freedom, freedom!) Fuck yeah, I killed him (Freedom, freedom!) Now should I bury him? (Fuck nah!) Fuck nah, he didn't do the same for my grandpa Grandpa died with his finger like fuck y'all Ran through the woods ( ? ) and I step in Made a haystack for a black man that's sleeping Next day well on my way up north (Surround the nigga) trip cut short Standing in the middle, know I'm black till the end Waiting, in a second now the shots will begin 25 shotguns pointed at me, fuck y'all devils, now I'm free Motherfucker, you'll never catch me Runaway slave, I'm out of here ( ? ), I'm outtie I'm a motherfucking slave, I'm tired, I'm thirsty and I'm hungry Picking cotton to build a white man's country My mother's working hard and she's dying of starvation Never seen my brother, he's on another plantation My father fought back, he wasn't going for this Now he's hanging from a tree in the forest (damn) My little sister gets raped and beaten Nothing but dirty water and pork for eating I can't take this shit no longer As I work harder I get stronger and stronger Looking at my chains and my chains are rusty red ( ?Look at? ) the bull grip, he don't trust me But I'ma chill and wait till 12 o'clock Pick up a rock, hit the chain and it broke in half (I'm out of here) Now feel the wrath of a runaway slave But I'm gonna stay brave When I'm getting free I'm putting pale face in the grave Thinking about my people and how I'm gonna free them Pass my father body still hanging from a tree limb Running and running and on the trail there's some dobermans The smell of a sweaty black nigga, yeah, they know the scent Picking up ground and I started to run faster Double barrel pump fired by the slave master I hid in some bushes so I can catch my breath Trying to gather up the strength that I had left If I could rest for a second I'd be gone Oh shit, there goes the dobermans, the chase is back on Them wanna catch me, them wanna take my freedom Them can't catch me, them can't have my freedom Them took it once I want it back, gimme my freedom I kept on running, I thought I had 'em beaten Until I ran into the middle of a Ku Klux Klan meeting They all stopped, as they stood there staring at me I must have seen a 100 guns they had pointed at me White robes, white hoods, blue eyes 6 dobermans chewing on my thighs I took a deep breath cause I knew what time it was Just before they pulled their triggers I yelled, "Fuck y'all crackers!"