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Welcome to San Andreas I’m CJ from Grove St.
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 wit 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 Bincos and Prolaps
Suburban Zip Victom and D Sach.

Watch your back when you in rival hoods
they’ll test just to guess if your survivals good.
Ducking shells at the Cluck’n Bell
jump out busting gunning till they tuck they tail.

It seem 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 homeboy
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.

Hittin them up what that Grove St. like
in a dirty sling shot and old Levi’s.

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