Hillside by E-40
[Reporter:]
Thus topic of news right now surveillance cameras
Captured a terrifying attack at a store in Vallejo
[Chorus:]
Ridin through the turf, on Magazine
You know I stay strapped, with a magazine
Put it to your face, like a magazine
I stay on the case, cause I'm from Magazine
Nigga I'm from Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm from Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
[Verse 1:]
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my city
No pity, for a sucka can't be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke weed like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass city boys with honey rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly Hillbillies big old corn-fed motherfuckers
What'cha mean my nigga, got every narcotic in the world for sale
I ain't Wayne Brady but let's make a deal
Like Drew Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, trees and that white white white
The Hillside, have money have heart
Just like the Watts column we got the kidney walk
That's the hood landmark like John Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile thangs cruisers and larks
Posted with thumps ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my brothers and my cousins
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Uhh!
When I was a young cope a lion though a young cat baby buffler
Money and muscle born in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the roof and trees
On the side of the house with cages, rifles and 223's
Back then it used to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G
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