Welcome to San Andreas (CJ Rap)

Welcome to San Andreas,
I´m 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 gold feet,
blast with the flag
on the straps that´s OG.
Stay in shape,
hit the gyms lift the weights,
get super cut of big
and buff, nice and straight.
You got stats,
respect, weapon skill,
stamina, muscle, fat, sex appeal.
You get clothes
from Bincos and Prolaps,
Sub-urban, Zip,
Victim and D-sach.
Watch your back,
when you in rival hoods,
they´ll test just to guess
if your surival´s good.
Duckin shells
at da cluckin bell,
jump out, busting gunning,
till they tuck they tail,
it seem like i´m
on impossible missions,
twisted predicaments,
hostile positions.
Tennpeny and
Pulaski harras me,
cop cars been our ass
the last past week.
Because the Dreas
from the gangsters homeboy,
hands is the language
for the bangers homeboy.

And it´s a dangerous homeboy,
get your brains blew for how
you do fingers homeboy!
Heat cocked
we popping them hot one´s
dump them out
bend the blocks shaken
before the cops come.
Listen for sirens,
but they don´t got note,
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!