Young Maylay — GTA San Andreas Rap

[Verse] Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ 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 both feet Blast with the flag on strap, that's OG Stay in shape, hit the gym, lift the weights Get supercut 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 Prolaps Suburban, Zip, Victim and D Sach Watch your back when in rival hoods They'll test just to guess if your survival's good (Survival's good) Ducking shells at the Cluckin' Bell Jump out busting, gunning 'til they tuck they tail It seem like I'm on impossible missions ('Possible 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 blew for how you do your fingers, homeboy Heat cocked, we popping 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 slingshot, old Levi's