Hillside

Lyrics

[Reporter:] This topping of news right now surveillance cameras Captured a terrifying attack at a store in Vallejo [Chorus: Raw Smoov] 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 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 [Chorus: Raw Smoov] 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 2:] 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 [Chorus: Raw Smoov] 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 3:] 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! [Chorus: Raw Smoov] 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