[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.