Five Star Life

I got Chop at my side and he bark a lot
I got the choppa at my side
And it spark a lot ready to cock it
Riding in my Coquette neck break speed
Spin tires in the parking lot yeah
And this ain't gon stop
You get juked out on Vinewood yo ankles pop
Just keep riding the bus man
This ain't yo stop you keep lyin to us
Make them thangs go pop (pop pop)
Hawk and littles shrewsburys, I got all that
Got ya girl going down faster than the bawsaq
Work hard, play hard that's the motto
You sippin Pißwasser
While my people poppin bottles homie

I'm from a city where the sirens never stop
Making moves with the crew
Do a little dirt to get to the top
We'll hit any spot
Drive away in something hot
Every time we go outside
Run the risk of getting busted or wasted
(Westside) living a Five Star Life
Till the day I die los Santos certified

I'm representing for the gangsters
All across the world
Hitting them corners in them low lows
Fa sho tho now do You wanna ride or die
Nananananananana

Yeah now let me welcome everybody to
The wild Wild West
A state that'll bust and put
A hole in ya chest
And the FIB can get a red dot B
Them fools can catch wreck in
These red hot streets nah
This ain't ya ordinary gangster
My goons in ya place put the
Tool up in yo face
And get the jewels from the safe then
Turn around and yell thank ya
Don't get cute cause we'll tie
Ya to an anchor throw you off the pier
You'll be sleepin with the sushi
Body rotted out washed up on Vespucci
I see you ballers poppin wheelies
On ya two speed
Bust shots to ya chest feelin woozie
Those are real bullets man
This ain't Call of Duty
Or Righteous Slaughter
Ya hear that high pitch holler
That's the sound of yo boy gettin done up
Run up on the wrong block and they ain't
Gonna find you til the sun's up

I'm from a city where the sirens never stop
Making moves with the crew
Do a little dirt to get to the top
We'll hit any spot
Drive away in something hot
Every time we go outside
Run the risk of getting busted or wasted
(Westside) living a Five Star Life
Till the day I die los Santos certified

I'm representing for the gangsters
All across the world
Hitting them corners in them low lows
Fa sho tho now do You wanna ride or die
Nananananananana

Yeah we represent the families
This is Los Santos my squad got goals
You should know we all vandals
You slang dope you be throwin
Up them gang signs
Ya bae hit me on my badger but it ain't mine
I went from craps on the corner
To mackin on your daughter
Now I'm on a yacht splashin in the water
Get the stash and make a
Dash across the border
You can laugh if you wanna but if I
Blast then yo ass is a goner homie

I'm from a city where the sirens never stop
Making moves with the crew
Do a little dirt to get to the top
We'll hit any spot
Drive away in something hot
Every time we go outside
Run the risk of getting busted or wasted
(Westside) living a Five Star Life
Till the day I die los Santos certified

I'm representing for the gangsters
All across the world
Hitting them corners in them low lows
Fa sho tho now do You wanna ride or die
Nananananananana