E-40 Hillside Lyrics

Revenue Retrievin': Overtime Shift Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Mr. Flamboyant 2k11
  • 2 Drugs
  • 3 Hillside
  • 4 Gunz
  • 5 Slow It Down
  • 6 Me & My Bitch
  • 7 Beastin'
  • 8 My Money Straight
  • 9 I Love My Momma
  • 10 I Am Your
  • 11 In the Morning
  • 12 Punkin' Em Out
  • 13 Born in the Struggle
  • 14 Fuck Em'
  • 15 Rear View Mirror
  • 16 Lookin' Back
  • 17 Stay Gone
  • 18 Movin' Organized Business (M.O.B.)
  • 19 Tired of Selling Yola
  • 20 Click About It
  • [Reporter:]
    Thus topic 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
    Nigga I'm from Hillside

    [Verse 1:]
    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


    [Verse 2:]
    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


    [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


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