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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