E-40 - Hillside lyrics

This topping of news right
Now surveillance cameras
Captured a terrifying attack at
A store in Vallejo

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-IL-L-S-ID-E
Nigga I'm from Hillside h-IL-L-S-ID-E

H-IL-L-S-ID-E
M-A-G-A-Z-IN-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 hunting
Rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly Hillbillies big old
Corn-fed motherfuckers
What'cha need 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 tower
We got the Kittywalk
That's the hood landmark like
John Davidson Park
Cutlass, Oldsmobiles, 'stangs
Cougars and 'larks
Posted with thumps ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my brothers and my cousins

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-IL-L-S-ID-E
Nigga I'm from Hillside h-IL-L-S-ID-E

Uhh! When I was a young cub a lion
Though a young cat baby buffalo
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 gauges
Rifles and 223's back then it used to be
Pagers not WiFi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my
Crew went half on a key
Now I'm making more in a day
Then my momma making a week
Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my feet
Having my cabbage hella slap a
Lavish trunk full of throb
Woofers, tweeters and horns
Doing they fuckin' job
Getting 'em up throwin' 'em
Bobbing and weaving beastin'
Knuckling up with OGs in the
Middle of the street in
Earning my stripes and medal no
Bronze or silver just gold
Pea coats in the summer
Even when it ain't cold
I throw my H in the sky
Everywhere I go nationwide
If they ask you where I'm from
Tell 'em Hillside

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-IL-L-S-ID-E
Nigga I'm from Hillside h-IL-L-S-ID-E

Alhambra, Beverly Drive, La Brea
Earl Street, Carmel, Didion Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute
Magazine Street rolling
Half of my cash yokin'
Punching the gas smokin'
Parking my car in the grass feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood flea flicking and
Serving knocks pushing bags
Giving them love, joogs
24 hour shift and grittin' everyday all day
7-11 turf burrito livin' warmed
Up in a microwave
Hillside for life, always been about my bread
Look up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay
Ju Ju and OG Nitch
Jon Jon and Robert Craig, Victor
Cook and Tyrone and them
Miss Smith and Loney Smurf
Jimmy Blackman and all of them
See the spot right here
This used to be Mr jimmy's
Why give a Wine-O a dollar to
Buy a beer for me?
Around the corner from the
Travelodge and Mickey D
You 'lible to find me at
The Kit Way Bowling alley bIATCH!

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-IL-L-S-ID-E
Nigga I'm from Hillside h-IL-L-S-ID-E