[bad word] to San Andreas I’m CJ from Grove St. Land of the heinous gang bangers and cold heat. In Los Santos neighbors get no sleep beefing with [bad word] even police. Four deep in a green rag wit 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  appeal. You get clothes from Bincos and Prolaps Suburban Zip Victom and Sach. Watch your back when you in rival hoods they’ll test just to guess if your survivals good. Ducking shells at the Cluck’n Bell jump out busting gunning till they tuck they tail. It seem like I’m on impossible missions twisted predicaments hostile positions. Tennpenny and Polaski harass me cop cars been on our [bad word] the last past week. Because the Dreas for the gangsters homeboy hands is the language for the bangers homeboy. And its dangerous homeboy get your brains blew for how you do your fingers homeboy. Heat [bad word] we popping them hot one’s dump them out bend the block shaken before the [bad word] listen for sirens but they don’t got none back another lap catch a straggler with a shotgun. Hittin them up what that Grove St. like in a dirty sling shot and old Levi’s.