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Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ from Grove Street
          Land of the heinous, gangbangers, 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 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 Pro Laps
          Sub Urban, ZIP, Victim, and D. Sachs
          Watch your back when you in rival hoods
          They'll test just to guess if your survivals good (Survivals good)
          Ducking shells at the Cluckin' Bell
          Jump out busting, gunning 'til they tuck their tail
          It seem like I'm on impossible missions (Impossible missions)
          Twisted predicaments hostile positions (Hostile positions)
          Tenpenny and Pulaski harass me
          Cop cars been on our ass the last past week
          'Cause the 'Dreas for the gangsters, homeboy
          Hands is the language for the 'bangers, homeboy
          And it's dangerous, homeboy
          Get your brains blow for how you do your fingers, homeboy
          Heat cocked, we poppin' hot ones
          Dump them out, bend the block, shake before the cops come
          Listen for sirens, they don't got none
          Back another lap, catch a straggler with a shotgun
          Hittin' them up what that Grove Street like
          In a dirty sling shot and old Levi's