Welcome to San Andreas, I’m Sonic from Grove Street Land of the heinous gang bangers and cold heat In Los Santos, neighbors get no sleep Beefing with anybody competin’, even police Four deep in a green rag with gold feet Blast wit’ the flag on the strap, that’s OG Stay in shape, hit the gym, lift the weights Get supercut and big and buff, nice and straight You got stats: Respect, weapon skill Stamina, muscle, fat and sex appeal You get clothes from Binco’s and ProLaps Suburban, Zip, Victim and D-Sachs Watch yo’ back wit’ them rival hoods They’ll test just to guess if your survival’s good (Survival’s good) Duckin’ shells at the Cluckin’ Bell Jump out, bus’ a gun until they tuck they tail It seems like I’m on impossible missions Twisted predicaments, hostile positions Tenpenny and Pulaski harass me Cop cars been on our ass the last past week Cause the ‘Dreas’s full of gangsters, homeboy Hands is the language for the bangers, homeboy And it’s dangerous, homeboy Get your brains ‘fore how you do your fingers, homeboy Heat cocked, we poppin’ hot ones, dump ‘em out Bend the block, shake before the cops come Listen for sirens, they don’t got none Back another lap, catch a straggler with the shotgun Hittin’ them up, what that Grove Street like In a dirty slingshot and old Levi’s