San Andreas (Official Soundtrack)

Welcome to San Andreas, I’m CJ from Grove Street Land of the heinous, gang bangers and cold heat In Los Santos neighbors get no sleep Beefing with anybody, competing even police Four deep in a 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 and big and buff, nice and straight You've got stats, respect, weapon skill Stamina, muscle, fat, and sex appeal You get clothes from Binco and Prolaps Suburban, Zip, Victim and D Sachs Watch your back when in rival hoods They’ll test just to guess if your survival's good Ducking shells at the Clucking Bell Jump out, busting, gunning, 'til they tuck their tail It seems like I’m on impossible missions Twisted predicaments, hostile positions Tennpenny and Polaski harass me Cop cars been on our ass the last past week Because the 'Dreas for the gangsters', home boy Hands is the language for the bangers', homeboy And its dangerous, homeboy Get your brains blew for how you do your fingers homeboy Heat cocked, we popping them hot one’s Dump them out, bend the block, shaken before the cops come Listen for sirens but they don’t got none Back another lap, catch a straggler with a shotgun Hitting them up with that Grove Street lock In a dirty sling shot and old Levi’s