[Maylay] 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 [2pac] Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep out on the streets you don't hear a peep Nigga it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game Tear that ass out the frame, completely get that ass kicked Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket How long will it last, nigga don't ask, just be first to blast Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash My shit's classic, like my nigga Nate Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest I don't give a fuck motherfuckers I'm loc They all duckin when my gun smoke cause you ain't shit without your homeboys You probably run at the sound of funk I give a fuck, you niggaz is punks Without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk You scary niggaz is punks, you ain't shit without your homeboys Nigga, punk ass motherfucker You ain't shit without your homeboys Throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherfucker