Welcome to San Andreas
I'm CJ from Grove Street
Land of the heinous, gangbangers and cold heat
In Los Santos neighbours getting no sleep
Beefing with anybody competing even police
Bo beeping with green rag and cold feet
Last with a flag on his strap, that's OG
Stay in shape, hit the gym, lift the weights
Get super cut and big and buff, nice and straight
You got stats for respect, weapon skill
Stamina, muscle, fat and sex appeal
You get clothes from Bincos and Pro-laps
Sub urban, zip, Victim and d-sach
Watch your back for them rival hoods
They'll test just to guess if you survivals good
Ducking shells at the Clucking Bell
Jump out bust and gun 'em till they tuck they tail
It seem like I'm on impossible missions
Twisted predicaments, hostile positions
Tenpenny and Pulaski herass me
Cop cars been on my ass the last past week
Cos the 'dreas for the Gangstas home boy
Hands is the language for the bangers home boy
And it's dangerous home boy
Get your brains blew for how you do ya fingers home boy
Heat cocked, we poppin hot ones
Dump em out in the block, shake 'em before the cops come
Listen for sirens, they don't got none
Back another lap catch a straggler with a shotgun
Hit em' up with the grove street life
With a dirty slingshot no Levi's