Welcome to San Andreas
I'm CJ from Grove Street
Land of the heinous,
gang bangers and cold heat
In Los Santos neighbours get no sleep
Beefing with anybody
competing even police
For deepin' a green rag with both feet
Blast wit' a flag on
the strap, that's OG!
Stay in shape hit the
gym lift the weights
Super cut and big and
buff nice and straight
You got stats, respect, weapon skill
Stamina, muscle, fat and sex appeal
You get clothes from Binco, and Prolaps,
Suburban, Zip, Victim and D-Sach
Watch yo back when them rival hoods
They'll test just to
guess at your survivor skill
Ducking shells at the Cluck-N-Bell
Jump up, bust a gun until
they tuck they tail
It seems like I'm on impossible missions
Twisted predicaments, hostile positions
Tenpenny and Pulaski harass me cops
cars been on our ass the last past week
Cause the 'Dreas is full of
gangsters homeboy hands is the
language for the bangers homeboy
And it's dangerous homeboy
Get your brains 'fore how
you do yo fingers homeboy
Heat cock we popping hop dump em out
been a block shake before the cops come
Listen to sirens
they ain't got none
back another lap catch
a straggler with a shot gun
Hit em up wit' a grove street lie
dirty sling shot mo knee high
