HELLA Lyrics – The Game, RJmrLA, E-40, Serrin Joy, Mike & Keys

Read the full HELLA lyrics by The Game, RJmrLA, E-40, Serrin Joy and Mike & Keys from the album The Documentary III along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy The Game’s music, you can also explore The Part and In The Way, two other songs by The Game.

[Intro: E-40]
West coast n!ggas is the craziest

[Verse 1: The Game, E-40, The Game & E-40]
I’m tripping, I’m outta my mind, I’m hella bent, I’m off this 40 Water
You slipping, I’m upping the .9, ’cause n!ggas know I keep that .40 on me (.40)
You know I hustle (Like who?), like Charlie Hustl
ot a charley horse (How you get it?), get it off the muscle
Fizzing in this black trey with a shiesty on like it’s a masquerade
N!ggas don’t ever respect you ’til you pass away
Put a n!gga on that island like a castaway
Crash dummy, tell them n!ggas we can crash today

California (California), that’s my homebase
Slide to the dugout, sometimes you gotta thug out
Sometimes you gotta bug out (Uh), sometimes you gotta steal a white Bronco and pull them gloves out
Gin and O.J. (Gin and O.J.), that’s my homie (That’s my homie)
Yeah, sprinkle me, mayne, gold links on the chain (Now)
And you know I’m hella burnt when I get drink in me, mayne
We going

[Pre-Chorus: The Game & E-40]
All gas, no breaks, ho
N!ggas hella focused on the bankroll
Got some chocolate freaks and some redbones
Got some bougie b!tches and some stank hoes (Uh-oh)
N!ggas hella faded (Hella faded), hella drunk, hella lit (Lit)
Hella high (Hella high), elevated, get the sticks (Sticks)
We got hella guns (Guns), Glock .9 with the switch (Switch)
Send ’em straight to Hell (Hell), n!gga, for the hell of it (Hella)

[Chorus: Serrin Joy & RJmrLA]
We taking hella flicks and hella whips and hella cash
Give me this, give me this, give me that
Tell ’em this, I want this, I want that
Pop a bottle, popping s*it, popping tags (Hmm)

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]

I’m doing what n!ggas can’t, no bodyguard in the paint
No Tylenol for the angst, still fight it off every day
Your soul drown in the hate, jealousy found a place
Living in it like real estate, eat you up, no dinner plates, ayy
It’s hard to see somebody shine and you ain’t shining with ’em
That barrel peeking out the blinds ain’t too shy to sit ’em
I hit your town, you went ghost, pull up, hide the emblem
Your family genes getting washed like dyeing denim
N!gga, boom, we the realest n!ggas in the room
N!gga, boom, you ain’t the type of cat to come and (??)
N!gga, boom, blower on me like a Monsoon
N!gga, boom, open up your sunroof and see the moon
N!gga, boom, (??) motherfu*ker (??) pronto, the head honcho, I’m O.J. in white Bronco
The juice man, blue steel clutched in my Wu pants (??)
Give me this, give me that, give me group head

[Pre-Chorus: The Game & E-40]
All gas, no breaks, ho
N!ggas hella focused on the bankroll
Got some chocolate freaks and some redbones
Got some bougie b!tches and some stank hoes (Uh-oh)
N!ggas hella faded (Hella faded), hella drunk, hella lit (Lit)
Hella high (Hella high), elevated, get the sticks (Sticks)
We got hella guns (Guns), Glock .9 with the switch (Switch)
Send ’em straight to Hell (Hell), n!gga, for the hell of it (Hella)

[Chorus: Serrin Joy]
We taking hella flicks and hella whips and hella cash
Give me this, give me this, give me that
Tell ’em this, I want this, I want that
Pop a bottle, popping s*it, popping tags

[Verse 3: The Game & RJmrLA]
Boom, slugs hit you like Ray Lewis
N!gga, boom, head up phase, get straight to it like
Boom, Street Fighter, hit ’em with the sonic boom
’64 jump, it come down like boom
B!tch thought I was green, I went Draymond
All black, throwaway blick, I went Akon
Click curl like Big Worm, I went Faizon
I love how they play me to the left, I went bassline
Boom
Life too short, but my d!ck long
Bam bam, take a n!gga flintstones
Blink twice, now your b!tch gone
And the chrome Maybach came with chrome
Boom
Yeah, big pole, poking off my hipbone
Sticking a blick, b!tch, I ain’t the one to pick on
Thick hoes crowd around me, ain’t no intervention
Like NFL helmets, it’s a head-on collision
N!gga, boom