Hillside Lyrics - Revenue Retrievin: Overtime Shift - 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 

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[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 

Photos 

[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 

When 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 Brea 

Earl Street, Carmel, Didion Court, Wilshire 

Hollywood 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 juh 

24 hour shift and grittin everyday all day 

7-11 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 Nitch 

Jon 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 D 

You 'lible to find me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley 

BEATCH! 

[Chorus]