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Welcome to FEO Music 4 Gamers! 🎧 This is an original tribute inspired by GTA III - San Andreas Genre: G-Funk/Gangsta Rap Lyrics: Written by me Music & vocals: Produced using Suno AI PRO v. 5 Ownership: I own the rights to this original song and its composition My mission is to blend the worlds of gaming and music across every genre. If you enjoyed this track, please Subscribe and hit the bell to join our community and never miss a beat! 🎶 Lyrics: You picked the wrong house, fool! Nah, just kidding. Turn that bass up, let's show 'em how the Grove does it. Rollin’ down Ganton, leaning to the left In a green Savanna, dodgin’ certain death. From the County to the desert, under neon lights, We keep it gangsta, baby... Grove Street for life. Just touched down at LSX, fresh off the flight, Tenpenny waitin’ on me, lookin' for a fight. Tossed me in the alley, took my paper and my pride, But you can’t keep a real rider from the rhythm of the ride. I’m back on my pivot, pedalin’ a BMX, Past the Ballas on the corner, avoidin' the hex. Smoke in the kitchen, talkin’ 'bout the "Number 9," While Ryder’s actin’ fool, like he’s losin’ his mind. South Central's hot, so we hit the Badlands, Dust on my boots and blood on my hands. Cesar's in the driveway, lookin' at the chrome, A Varrios Los Aztecas far away from home. We racin' through the woods, where the air is thin, The Truth’s got the weed and a cynical grin. From the ghost towns to the Area 69, Stole a jetpack just to prove the world is mine. Now we hittin’ the freeway, headed for the Bay, San Fierro nights, wash the desert dust away. Met a snake in the grass, yeah, Big Smoke switched, Sold his soul for the powder, now he’s just a snitch. But I’m a CEO now, with a garage in the hills, From boostin' the whips to payin' the bills. High stakes in Venturas, rollin’ dice with the Mob, Then back to the Grove to finish the job. Rollin’ down Ganton, leaning to the left In a green Savanna, dodgin’ certain death. From the County to the desert, under neon lights, We keep it gangsta, baby... Grove Street for life. Respect is everything, homie. “All rights to the game's universe belong to Rockstar Games. This is a fan-made tribute.”