This album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothing
To all the people that lived above the buildings, that I was hustlin' in front
At a funeral?

Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ at a funeral
Land of the heinous, gang bangers and cold heat
In Los Santos, neighbors get no sleep
Beefin' with anybody, competing even police
For deepin' a green rag with rag green
Blast with a green rag shot, that's green
Stay in shape, stay in shape, stay in shape
Get super fat and take a crap, nice and big
You got stats: respect, weapon skill
Stamina, muscle, fat, and sex appeal
You get clothes from Bincos and Prolaps
Suburban, Zip, Victim, and deez nuts