San Andreas - Dan Bull

Howdy neighbours!

What a lovely sunny and uncloudy day it is

Come down to our side of town, smell the flavours

Barbecues, car fumes, cannabis vapours

Skyscrapers cast shadows in chromatic rays

Upon some players hanging in a cul-de-sac in San Andreas

We’re all a pack of wolves in a gang;

Amadeus

I’m CJ back in town for some retaliation

Reluctantly, I’m happy on the PlayStation

Vacation on occasion, waste my days away and blaze a spliff

Oh, great, I’m late, I need to get my date a gift

I could either leave or drop you off here

Or me and you could tea for two

And we can brew some hot coffee

Big up Sweet

Big up Big Smoke

Big up Grove Street

OG Loc

The gang from the West Coast

Rising up the ranks, won’t stop 'til we run Los Santos

Check out my BMX, it’s really rad

I’m finna hit a ramp and wheely off the top of Mount Chiliad

Land it smack dab in the middle of a helipad

Chump, that’s a jump you’ll never trump;

very sad

I’ll insane stunts on them, grab a punk

If he’s acting arrogant, I’ll have him shook like a can of Sprunk

Hey, you’re bringing brass knuckles in the place?

I might have to slap a shovel in your face

Run away to a safe place, say your prayers

Or should I pull an AK?

Wanna take it there?

Nah, you’re a chicken, you should tuck your tail

And run to cover with the others up in Cluckin' Bell

CJ thieving rampantly

So, if you leave your keys around

I’ll steal your Banshee and I’ll leave you bleeding rapidly

Feeling the fantasy of being in a family of street gangstas

Packing heat, we’re not about to leave in handcuffs

Big up Sweet

Big up Big Smoke

Big up Grove Street

OG Loc

The gang from the West Coast

Rising up the ranks, won’t stop 'til we run Los Santos

I’m CJ, back in town for some retaliation

I got a loyalty voucher from Ammu-Nation

The police, they know me well down the station

I’m Officer Tenpenny’s full time vocation

Yo, I’m going to go find a lowrider

Big pimping, I’m a ho provider

See the kingdom of the Grove Street rise up

Rolling over po-po in a stolen Rhino

Hi-jack a flight, have a right good time

Might fly through the Vinewood sign

I’m a violent type with a TEC-9

I’m going to get mine

Step over the line and there won’t be a next time

I don’t just run a red light

I run a Red Light District, I’m a headline

Because every single thing I said rhymes

White chalk on the sidewalk, that’s a deadline

Big up Sweet

Big up Big Smoke

Big up Grove Street

OG Loc

The gang from the West Coast

Rising up the ranks, won’t stop 'til we run Los Santos

Big up Sweet

Big up Big Smoke

Big up Grove Street

OG Loc

The gang from the West Coast

Rising up the ranks, won’t stop 'til we run Los Santos