Lamar's Missions

Nice introduction to Los Santos... if you've only seen it on postcards or in TV shows. Takes you along Eclipse Blvd, through Rockford Plaza and past the golf club. Point to point race for cars.

Hey hey, it's your boy LD... if you need to get some cheese real quick, fuck with me. We got licks all over town just waiting to get hit. Just walk in with the blam blam and point it at the fool behind the counter. He gonna break bread. And they insured, don't nobody gove a fuck no way. It's all good. I been peepin' this one spot they been makin' a gang of bread. You down with that shit? One of the homies' gonna meet you at the store to help you knock that motherfucker over.

The dude I do some work for over at Premium Deluxe Motorsport needs a car repoed. I said you was new and in need of gainful, so thank me later for the hookup. It's a mark over in Jamestown who missed the note on a purple Schafter. This Ballas turf, you know what I'm saying, so look out and don't mention LD. Peace

Listen to your boy one time, alright - gas prices. You know they going up, right, so we goin' take advantage. I need you to get your ass down the filling station in Little Seoul. Get hold of the tanker they got loading the pumps there. Meantime, your boy LD's gonna find a buyer. Bring it round to my spot. I'll get you some snaps. It's simple, baby.

I got us another lick - hijacking chemicals, lo. They might be for cooking crank, they might be dry for cleaning, I don't know. What I do know is my buyer's gonna break off something fat when he gets 'em. The tanker is on the way to the Palmer-Taylor power station in Palomino, so just jack that thing and take it to the contact. And, uhh, look out for the LSPD.

Eh, I got another gas tanker lick and I'm bringing it to your ass. They going to be travelling down the GOH, the buyer's already lined up and everything. There's a rumor a crew of freelancers took a contract to protect it, but we don't truck with no rumors, dog. Get the tanker and drop it at the spot in El Burro. Peace.

Eh dog, we got ourselves a problem. The homie Leroy's been snatched like a sucker. You know me, dog. I ain't no mark, I ain't goin' and I ain't goin' snitch. But I like the dude, so if you can get him back, I'm a break off you of something. I heard the Ballas got him in a van going around the city. A'ight. Look after yourself.

A'ight, so I got something for you. They some Lost dudes up at the graveyard rabble rousing or whatever they call it. Some of the OGs been wanting'em gone a while now, and this our chance to get'em all at once. Go to the spot and take the bikers down, there will be some snaps in it for you for sure. The OGs ain't got a rep for generosity, but in this case they goin' make an exception.

Eh, I got word on some shanky Vagos dudes stole this shipment of Redwood cigarettes, keeping it at the train yard in El Burro. If the homie LD don't have to pay no state, federal, trans-dimensional tax on them sticks, he could make a buck on 'em, you feel me? Jack the trailer and take it to the depot. I'll lay something on you. Peace