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This song was not written or recorded by Eminem, the original rapper is Christopher “Chris“ Bellard also known by his stage name, Young Maylay. - The part from 1:29 to 1:49 was from Eminem's song “Lose Yourself“ which is a simple mashup to show the similarity between A.I. and the real Eminem. ================================================= 📜 Lyrics: 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 Ducking shells at the Cluckin' Bell Jump out busting, gunning 'til they tuck their tail It seem 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 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 ['Lose Yourself' by Eminem] Mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope, 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
