Welcome to San Andreas
I'm CJ from Grove Street
Land of the heinous gangbangers and cold heat
In Los Santos neighbours get no sleep
Beefing with anybody
Competing even police
Four deep in green rag with gold feet
Blast with the flag on the strap
That's OG
Stay in shape
Hit the gym
Lift the weights
Get super cut or big and buff
Nice and straight
You got stats: Respect, Weapon Skill
Stamina, Muscle, Fat and Sex Appeal
You get clothes from Binco and Pro Laps
Sub Urban, Zip, Victim and D. Sachs
Watch yo' back when you in the rival hoods
They'll test just to guess if your survivals is good
(Survivals good)
Dunking shells at the Cluckin' Bell
Jump out bursting
Gunning till they tuck their tail
It seem' like I'm on impossible mission
(Impossible mission)
Twisted predicaments hostile positions
(Hostile positions)
Tenpenny and Pulaski harass me
Cop cars been on our ass the last past week
'Cause the 'Dreas for the gangsters, homeboy
Hands in the language for the 'bangers, homeboy
And it's dangerous, homeboy
Get your brains blow
For how you do your fingers, homeboy
Heat cocked
We poppin' hot ones
Dump them out
Bend the block
Shake before the cops come
Listen for the sirens
They don't got none
Back another lap
Catch a straggler with a shotgun
Hittin' them up what that Grove Street like
In a dirty slingshot and old Levi's
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