[Verse]
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 both feet
Blast with the flag on strap, that's OG
Stay in shape, hit the gym, lift the weights
Get supercut 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, Victim and D Sach
Watch your back when in rival hoods
They'll test just to guess if your survival's good (Survival's good)
Ducking shells at the Cluckin' Bell
Jump out busting, gunning 'til they tuck they tail
It seem like I'm on impossible missions ('Possible 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 blew for how you do your fingers, homeboy
Heat cocked, we popping 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 slingshot, old Levi's