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Welcome to Los Santos (feat. Kokane)

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Letra
Break a solenoid on this one.

Yeah, nigga.

Welcome to Los Santos.

Where it's easy to catch a case.

One time's patrol with a pic of your face.

Fold deep in the lack, that's jack mode.

Underwear to set, neutral dress code.

Drive-bys trying to pull grand theft.

Bandanas on the antennas, neighborhood death.

Rats fucking niggas for ends, bitch, please.

Easily friends turning to enemies.

Trying to check a couple dollars, but it ain't long.

Jealousy and shots if the weight wrong.

Stay strong, die well.

Growing up in the hoods, no fairytale.

It's Matt City, and can't y'all tell?

Welcome to the city where it's dead or jailed.

Steady eating good with four licks.

Staying deep like OGs and jail bits.

Yeah.

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Welcome to Los Santos.

Welcome to Los Santos.

Yeah, where it's easy to get some weight.

Hop in the stolen whip and I'll take you straight to the place.

The grand theft and robbery man's draped on my face.

A cold bastard, closed casket, seal my fate for this almighty dollar dollar.

When we doing what we do, you know we do it proper.

And all these doctors and psychiatrists can't save me.

I'm crazy.

Every day these Los Santos streets gonna pay me.

It feel good, don't it?

Good smoke in West Coast and on every hood corner.

I drop the top at the beach.

Heard it's fun in paradise.

Hell, that's the word on the street.

Don't let these palm trees and bitches get you swept off your feet.

I'm staying blazed in these sun rays.

Evil seeds getting vague, cradled to the grave.

You can try it if you want.

The weather's fine, but it's cold on these cold on these rough-ass streets of Los Santos.

Cooked birdie and pain.

Walkin' to Los Santos.

Seein' Los Santos.

Seein' Los Santos.

Bangin', hustlin', pumpin', let me ride.

Oh, Los Santos.

You got to do it.

Don't get fooled by the palm trees.

It's real and we're here on these cold streets.

Triple O, J, step out there, chase the Los Santos.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We be doing the most.

I don't know what that is.

I don't know what that is.

oh

Well, forever.

Hello sometimes, hello sometimes, pick and rank and cost and let me ride.