| Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ from Grove Street
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| Land of the heinous, gang bangers and cold heat
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| In Los Santos neighbors get no sleep
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| Beefing with anybody competing even police
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| For deepin' a green rag with both feet
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| Blast wit' a flag on the strap, that's OG!
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| Stay in shape, hit the gym, lift the weights
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| Get super cut and big and buff nice and straight
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| You got stats, respect, weapon skill
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| Stamina, muscle, fat and sex appeal
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| You get clothes from Binco, and ProLaps,
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| Suburban, Zip, Victim and D-Sachs
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| Watch yo' back when them rival hoods
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| They'll test just to guess at your survivor skill
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| Duckin' shells at the Cluckin' Bell
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| Jump out, bust a gun until they tuck they tail
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| It seems like I'm on impossible missions
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| Twisted predicaments, hostile positions
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| Tenpenny and Pulaski harass me,
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| Сop cars been on our ass the last past week
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| Cause the 'Dreas is full of gangsters homeboy
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| Hands is the language for the bangers homeboy
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| And it's dangerous homeboy
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| Get your brains 'fore how you do yo fingers homeboy
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| Heat cock we popping hop dump em out been a block shake before the cops come
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| Listen to sirens they ain't got none back another lap catch a straggler with a shot gun
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| Hit em up wit' a Grove Street lie dirty sling shot mo' knee high |