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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