Moko Koza GTA San Andreas Rap lyrics

Verse 1]
Put the base-line up I'm in the place
Turn it up a little nit let'em others hate
Stop staring at me with your cheeky lil' face
Nope, you don't want to, go make a haste.
Stereotype with CJ picture me,
Fresh tank-top with Louis Vuitton jeans
Nikes on my shoes like wattupya'll
Loc& Sweet I got ya'll bro
Ryder's on crack, he's a fake fuckin' G
Smokin' weed,ecstacy, no Easy-E (like bitch)
[Hook]
I'm in this shit like whateva,
I don't know how I do this
Somebody's goin' foreva
Like Dre, I fuck tha police
[x2]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, cops on the chase & my glocc's on the front
No cheat-codes, I'm tryna outrun
No seat-belt its so much fun
King of the Grove-Street I'm No.1
No Ballas, no Vagos can fuck with me
I ball so hard with the real OG
Been a long time but now I'm back
You bitches gon' pay for my mamma's death
Coz you better stop the bullshit & cut to the chase
Like Hannibal Lecter, ima rip yo' face coz (rrrraaaarrrr)

[Hook]
I'm in this shit like whateva,
I don't know how I do this

Somebody's goin' foreva
Like Dre, I fuck tha police
[x2]
[Verse 3]
Uh,
Muscle, stamina, looks with the kill
Real sex-appeal, got cash like Bill.
Everywhere I'm goin', everybody knowin'
I'm bad with the swag like T i'mflowin'
Bout' to hit it up, get it up
Comin' in so strong like Hulk
Get away, get out.0
Coz I'm pack in my Nines & my shots
Aiming at your back, find a safer spot.
And I don't fuck around in these streets,
I don't play Mr. Nice,
Ya'll know me, I'm CJ! You better recognize
[Hook]
I'm in this shit like whateva,
I don't know how I do this
Somebody's goin' foreva
Like Dre, I fuck tha police
[x2]
[Outro]
Yeah, Rest in peace, Beverly & Brian. Much Love. Ey Sweet, I got ya big homie.
Grove-Street 4 Life. We the real OGs.
Fuck the Ballas& fuck Ryder too!!!
And Big Smoke, that fat juicy muhfucka', you should be on Halloween instead.
Trick or treat, BITCH!!!!