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Thus topic of news right now surveillance cameras |
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Captured a terrifying attack at a store in |
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Vallejo[Chorus:] |
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Ridin through the turf, on |
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MagazineYou know |
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I stay strapped, with a magazine |
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Put it to your face, like a magazine |
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I stay on the case, cause |
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I'm from Magazine |
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Nigga I'm from |
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HillsideH. |
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I.L.L.S.I. |
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D.ENigga I'm from |
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HillsideH. |
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I.L.L.S.I. |
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D.E[Verse 1:] |
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H.I.L.L.S. |
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I.D.EM.A.G. |
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A.Z.I.N.E. |
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Vallejo, California my city |
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No pity, for a sucka can't be no sissy |
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Mother****ers smoke weed like a hippy, get tipsy, like |
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Wine-O's, stay whisky |
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Country ass city boys with honey rifles bring the ruckus |
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Beverly Hillbillies big old corn-fed mother****ers |
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What'cha mean my nigga, got every narcotic in the world for sale |
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I ain't Wayne |
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Brady but let's make a deal |
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Like Drew |
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Carey, mane the price is right |
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I got pills, trees and that white white white |
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The Hillside, have money have heart |
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Just like the |
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Watts column we got the kidney walk |
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That's the hood landmark like |
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John Davidson |
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ParkCutlass |
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Oldsmobile thangs cruisers and larks |
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Posted with thumps ginormous oversize guns |
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Me and my potnas my brothers and my cousins[Chorus][Verse 2:] |
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Uhh!When I was a young cope a lion though a young cat baby buffler |
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Money and muscle born in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war |
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Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the roof and trees |
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On the side of the house with cages, rifles and 223's |
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Back then it used to be pagers not |
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Wi-fi and 4 |
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GWhen I was seventeen me and my crew went half on a key |
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Now I'm making more in a day and my momma making a week |
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Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my feet |
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Having my cabbage hella slap a laffish trunk full of prop |
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Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing they ****in job |
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Getting em up thrown em, bobbing and weaving beastin' |
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Nickeling up with |
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OG's in the middle of the street in |
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Earning my strips and medal no process |
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Zurich-est gold |
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Pickos in the summer, even when it ain't cold |
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I throw my |
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H in the sky, everywhere |
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I go makes you wide |
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If they ask you where |
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I'm from, tell em |
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Hillside[Chorus][Verse 3:] |
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Alhambra, |
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Beverly Drive, |
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La BreaEarl |
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Street, Carmel, |
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Didion Court, |
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WilshireHollywood |
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Ave, Volute, |
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Magazine Street rolling |
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Half of my cash yolkin, punching the gas smokin'... parking my car in the grass feeling good |
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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 |
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Hillside for life, always been about my bread |
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Look up to |
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Alick, Rick |
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Young, Too- |
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Shay, Ju Ju and |
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OG NitchJon |
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Jon and Robert |
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Craig, Victor, |
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Cook and Tyrone and em |
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Miss Smith and |
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Loney Smurf, |
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Jimmy Blackman and all of them |
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See the spot right here, this used to be |
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Mr. Jimmy's |
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Why give a |
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Wine-O a dollar to buy a beer for me? |
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Around the corner from the |
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Travelodge and |
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Mickey DYou 'lible to find me at the |
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Kit-Way Bowling alley |
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BEATCH![Chorus] |
