Hillside

Thus topic of news right now surveillance cameras

Captured a terrifying attack at a store in

Vallejo[Chorus:]

Ridin through the turf, on

MagazineYou 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

HillsideH.

I.L.L.S.I.

D.ENigga I'm from

HillsideH.

I.L.L.S.I.

D.E[Verse 1:]

H.I.L.L.S.

I.D.EM.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

ParkCutlass

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 4

GWhen I was seventeen me and my crew went half on a key

Now I'm making more in a day and my momma making a week

Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my feet

Having my cabbage hella slap a laffish trunk full of prop

Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing they fuckin job

Getting em up thrown em, bobbing and weaving beastin'

Nickeling up with

OG's in the middle of the street in

Earning my strips and medal no process

Zurich-est gold

Pickos in the summer, even when it ain't cold

I throw my

H in the sky, everywhere

I go makes you wide

If they ask you where

I'm from, tell em

Hillside[Chorus][Verse 3:]

Alhambra,

Beverly Drive,

La BreaEarl

Street, Carmel,

Didion Court,

WilshireHollywood

Ave, Volute,

Magazine Street rolling

Half of my cash yolkin, punching the gas smokin'... parking my car in the grass feeling good

Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving knocks pushing bags, giving them love juh24 hour shift and grittin everyday all day7-11 turf for even a lil warmed up in the microwave

Hillside for life, always been about my bread

Look up to

Alick, Rick

Young, Too-

Shay, Ju Ju and

OG NitchJon

Jon and Robert

Craig, Victor,

Cook and Tyrone and em

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 DYou 'lible to find me at the

Kit-Way Bowling alley

BEATCH![Chorus]