[Verse 1: Franklin Clinton]
Straight outta Los Santos
Crazy motherfucker named Franklin
Repo cars for a living, I'm chancin'
White boy in the back, he's got a gat
Forcing me to my boss
Forcing me to attack
Fired from my job for crashin through the window
But now friends with this cracker who's business fo' sho'
After burning trees in Verona Beach
Cruise up to Rockford Hills to Michael I will meet
Pull up to the crib, Townley's outta control
Caught his wife rough ridin' on a tennis pro
So we followed the pro back to a house on stilts
And we pulled it down without an ounce of guilt
But in fact the house belonged to a gangster pack
Had to pull a big heist to pay Madrazo back
Then I go celebrate with some hoes
And then I come back boy
I'm coming straight outta Los Santos

{Bridge]
Yo Michael
Yeah?
Tell 'em where you're from
[Verse 2: Michael De Santa]
Straight outta Los Santos
I was retired, fake identity
But somehow my past just came back and found me
Trevor Phillips is his name, thought I was dead
But his discovery of me is really fuckin' with his head
But we put our shit aside and worked with Norton and Haines
Doing 'em favors, all their enemies we slayin'
Then I found out my wife was bangin' the yoga guy
Tracked his ass down, gave his face a black eye
Following my dreams of being a movie producer
Weston's lawyer steals the film, so I chase her and juice her

[Bridge: Michael and Franklin]
Whoops, that was nasty
Trevor is his name, and the boy's coming

[Verse 3: Trevor Phillips]
Straight outta Blaine County
I'm a crazy hillbilly
I'll fuck your girl then I'll beat you silly
I'm pissed that Michael's still alive
Cause that means his death was just a fucking lie
I don't work for free, but if you try
I'll break into your house and I'll steal your wife
Then I fly to North Yankton and I trudge through the snow
Find our old accomplice buried six feet below
I'm really pissed off!
But still I protect thee
If anyone kills him, it's gonna be me
I'm willing to let it go and part ways
If we pull the Union Heist, and all get paid
[Chorus: Michael, Franklin, Trevor]
It don't matter what you do
Us three guys will come for you
Cause we're really bad news
All the haters we will bruise
San Andreas is so dangerous
People die, and nothing changes
But no matter what you do
Never let no one fuck with you

[Bridge: Trevor Philips}
Tell 'em where your from again homeboy
They might've forgotten

[Verse 4: Franklin Clinton]
Straight outta Los Santos
I say fuck the pigs
Haines and Weston done asked for my homies to be hit
Well I say hell no bitches
Fuck that shit
Hold out like the Alamo and Billy the Kid
And after blasting a hundred armed mercs and feds
We clean up all the bosses and make sure they dead

[Outro: Lamar]
Damn!
That shit was fucked up homeboy
You some cold motherfuckers