[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