Los Santos Gangsta Anthem

[Intro] [Verse 1] Los Santos nights, where the triggers get squeezed, Where the streets don’t sleep and the heat don’t freeze. Niggas ride low, lowriders scrape the concrete, Palm trees sway, but the tension ain’t discreet. East Coast flavor, bassline thumpin’ through the block, Glocks cocked, we don’t knock—just pop locks. Money stacks tall, but respect towers higher, B***d on the pavement, legacy carved in fire. [Chorus] Los Santos niggas don’t f**k around, Crowns stay tilted, feet planted on the ground. From the projects to the beach, we hold it down, Gangsta rhythms, East Coast sound—renown. [Verse 2] Graffiti tags scream where the rivals once stood, Hood politics, every corner drippin’ with b***d. Snakes get clipped, loyalty’s the only code, Bulletproof vests, but the paranoia’s showed. Bassline rumbles like a earthquake in the trunk, Joints get lit, ash falls, watch the smoke get dunked. Cops circle, but the trap house stays fed, Los Santos bred, we don’t beg—we shred. [Bridge] Raised by the grind, baptized in the struggle, Every scar’s a story, every hustle’s a subtle juggle. East Coast grit meets West Coast sun, W*r drums bang till the battle’s won. [Chorus] Los Santos niggas don’t f**k around, Crowns stay tilted, feet planted on the ground. From the projects to the beach, we hold it down, Gangsta rhythms, East Coast sound—renown. [Outro]