Welcome to San Andreas
First line of one of the greatest songs of all time, GTA San Andreas Main Theme
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 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, and ProLaps
Suburban, Zip, Victim and D-Sachs
Watch yo' back when 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 yo 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 shot gun
Hittin' them up, what that Grove Street like
In a dirty slingshot and old Levi's
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, and ProLaps
Suburban, Zip, Victim and D-Sachs
Watch yo' back when 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 yo 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 shot gun
Hittin' them up, what that Grove Street like
In a dirty slingshot and old Levi's
Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ from Grove Street
Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ from Grove Street, Land of the heinous, gangbangers, and cold heat, In Los Santos, neighbors get no sleep, Beefing with anybody competing, even police, Four deep in a green rag with 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 sex appeal, You get clothes from Bincos and Pro Laps, Sub Urban, ZIP, Victim, and D. Sachs, Watch your back when you in rival hoods, They'll test just to guess if your survivals good (Survivals good) Ducking shells at the Cluckin' Bell, Jump out busting, gunning 'til they tuck their tail, It seem like I'm on impossible missions (Impossible 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 blow for how you do your fingers, homeboy, Heat cocked, we poppin' 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 sling shot and old Levi's
Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ from Grove Street, Land of the heinous, gangbangers, and cold heat, In Los Santos, neighbors get no sleep, Beefing with anybody competing, even police, Four deep in a green rag with 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 sex appeal, You get clothes from Bincos and Pro Laps, Sub Urban, ZIP, Victim, and D. Sachs, Watch your back when you in rival hoods, They'll test just to guess if your survivals good (Survivals good) Ducking shells at the Cluckin' Bell, Jump out busting, gunning 'til they tuck their tail, It seem like I'm on impossible missions (Impossible 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 blow for how you do your fingers, homeboy, Heat cocked, we poppin' 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 sling shot and old Levi's