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The Music of Grand Theft Auto V
Disc 1
01. Welcome to Los Santos
02. Smokin’ and Ridin’
03. Old Love / New Love
04. Change of Coast
05. Nine Is God
06. Bassheads
07. Stonecutters
08. High Pressure Dave
09. What’s Next?
10. Garbage
11. Nowhere to Go
12. R. Cali
13. Colours
14. Hold Up
15. Life of a Mack
16. The Set Up
17. Don't Come Close
18. Sleepwalking
Disc 2
01. We Were Set Up
02. A Legitimate Business Man
03. A Haze of Patriotic Fervor
04. Los Santos at Night
05. North Yankton Memories
06. The Grip
07. Mr. Trevor Philips
08. A Bit of an Awkward Situation
09. No Happy Endings
10. His Mentor
11. (Sounds Kind of) Fruity
12. Minor Turbulence
13. Chop the Dog
14. A Lonely Man
15. You Forget a Thousand Things
16. Impotent Rage / Am I Being Clear Now?
17. Fresh Meat
18. Therapy and Other Hobbies
19. Rich Man’s Plaything
20. The Agency Heist
21. Hillbilly Crank Dealers’ Blues
22. Welcome to Los Santos (outro)
Disc 3
01. The Kill
02. I Am a Madman
03. Jasmine (demo)
04. I Get Lifted
05. What You Wanna Do
06. Can’t Hardly Stand It
07. Life of Crime
08. Es Toy
09. Gabriel (Soulwax remix)
10. I’d Rather Be With You
11. Hollywood Nights
12. From Nowhere (Baardsen remix)
13. Say That Then
14. I Ain’t Living Long Like This
15. Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt
16. All the Things She Said
17. Harm in Change
18. This Mystic Decade
19. Mirror Maru
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, wooh!
Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999
I was nine, maybe ten, then again, never mind
Press rewind, back in time
Before rappers droppin' dimes
Trap or die, choppin' pies
With clichés all in they rhymes

Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer
Money, power, the whole enchilada
Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava (oh)
They serve you to your flocka
If you disrespect that blocka, blocka
Choppas on eavesdroppers
Fuck these choppas, I'm about it
Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa
Yeah, you outer, but I'm hotter
Car jackin', pistol-packin'
Mothafuckin' choppers clappin'
Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head-on traffic
Fenders smashin', windows crashin'
Pants saggin', fuck your fashion
Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan
Back in Cali's where it happen
They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer
Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers
The goons and the goblins (oh)
They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata
From New York to San Andreas
And all around the world
Going back to Cali
Going back to Cali
New York to San Andreas
I'm screaming, "Fuck the world!"
I'm going back to Cali
Going back to Cali (Uh)
Nigga, what's brackin'? I'm really out here boolin' on the West Side, you know what I'm sayin'?
West, you know what I mean?
Yeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean?
Just bein' careful out here
Lookin' out for the enemies
Cuz, you already know how we get down, cuz
Fuck killin' these, cuz, I'm on the set, cuz
We killin' everything, anything movin'
Shit, I'm shootin' at niggas on the sight, cuz
You already know, yeah
I've caught you slippin', y'all can be back, nigga
He ain't copped that, fuck that, Blood
Niggas slippin' on the cuz, cuz
I had to make that happen with this solo
Maserati, like Atari
With no car keys, push to start it
New Bugatti, two Bugattis
Tesla Roadster, blue Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumpin'
Me no worried; Rastafari
This the hardest, supersonic
Systematic, too retarded
New Versace, new apartment
Bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cooler garments
Set my goal up, new accomplish
Shootin' targets, you the target
Movin' targets, new accomplice
Killed the game and still regardless
Beat the charges, do the honors