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West coast Pro bowl
Roll with the tro' blow
Smokin' in the four door
Knowin' the po' scopin'
Throwin' up the logo
Cold in slow motion
Supposin', that's why the hoes throws clothes is on (what's the slow?)
Specific division exquisite edition
Rap by hour on twin towers will catch us detention
Half of these rappers is cowards, they never been in the system
WAKE YOUR PUNK ASS UP, nigga you trippin'
In it like the senate, certified authentic
CA sports, bangin' in a minute
And LA the true blue the cherry flame fitted
Better know who's who cause every gang ain't quittin'
I'm saluting all the troops hanging pac 10 penants, huh
Buckle your vest, cause here come the West
It's Young Maylay and the R-i-double-f-s
No stopping this, regardless servin' them marvelin'
It's like a fat ass drunk kicking hard guitar lifts
Shaking up the roof, tell them truth is off the meter
Woofers get to rumblin', bumpin' peakin' the tweeters, huh
Sounds pumpin', shakin' everything from the ground up
Cali earthquake gonna make the whole ground jump
It's worth takin', if you talkin' the right shit
Suburban stakes, big skates on a tight rip, huh
Rims, tires, higher and higher
Pass them bars, keep thinkin' the inside on fire
When I'm cheefin' the cheefer, blowin' the reefer, huh
In the Hemi, the Hemi, ya hear me?
Watch the 300c G', nigga Bentley
Think they're doors is the coldest, sold the fan blade
5 inch lifting sittin' wit them in band aids
Off it again, coughin' the flim
Crawl in the crosswalk flossin' all of the rim
Small time grinding but ballin' to win
Trying to survive but niggas all in the pen, gotta call up the ends
Prison system, segregated courts
High speed chasin' is a spectator sport
Known for low lows, best hoes and bong, yay
The only thing you hear about west is Kanye
Come on, man, this is for the west coast now

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
For deepin' a green rag with both feet
Blast wit' a flag on the strap, that's OG!
Stay in shape hit the gym lift the weights
Super cut 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-Sach
Watch yo back when them rival hoods they'll test just to guess at your survivor skill
Ducking shells at the Cluck-N-Bell
Jump up, bust a gun until they tuck they tail
It seems like I'm on impossible missions
Twisted predicaments, hostile positions
Tenpenny and Pulaski harass me cops cars been on our ass the last past week
Cause the 'Dreas is 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 cock we popping hop dump em out been a block shake before the cops come
Listen to sirens they ain't got none back another lap catch a straggler with a shot gun
Hit em up wit' a grove street lie dirty sling shot mo knee high