Are You Going To San Fierro?

Hop up on the bike catch em at light
Bout to fight go and knuckle up you bout to say goodnight
Had my gang all ridin with me as we bendin up corners
40 ounces in the duffel and we puffin on that marijuana
Indica sativa my reefer sound like a diva
Hittin every single note when it's comin up out your speakers
We just Cross into the city in the whip and then we comin down
Grow it by hammer for the flip and sell it by the pound
They can tell it I been down I been movin with them bows
Kush cologne
Permanently imbedded in all my clothes
No vlone
Look like I just came from outta autozonе
Towel thrown
By all these pеople pushin foul grown
We done got the tops
N the colas on all the crops
Know them rollas Won't ever stop
The payolas n all the drops
Got me Ridin in the car strapped up like a seatbelt
100 miles away up from the bag but still the heat felt
Stay below the limit
Swishing won't ever rim it
Gettin nothing but net
Now I'm something to sweat
They ain't much of a threat
Im like callin a bomb
I Moved mountains in my city overhaulin the mob
New screens on the scanners
Beams on the hammers
Im recruiting the cats
That all be shootin the gats
I keep the burner by my side trigger on hairpin
Stay high I'm the main guy like Errol Flynn
Got that real heavy weight we bring them bears in
Enough pounds to fill up every room in the Sheridan
Every mission every caper get the paper
Stay in line like a taper
Or get turned into some vapor
Ain't no tellin what's enough if you wanna fuck with mine
Catch him when he run away and put that knife in from behind
Over bridges with the body till it sink into the bottom
Hunnit green mean motherfuckers yelling got em whoa