This is a song about "San andreas cj groove street"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

You won't be able to reproduce, or even dance to the groove.

Findin my groove, time to choose what path to take, what i have at stake

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Can't wait to take this shit to san francisco

When they hear me rocking the groove

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Last of a dying breed

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Including fox hill and 27th street

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

African queen got what you need

You forget this shit comes from the street