[Verse 1: L.A.D] People say live by the gun, and die by the gun I say don't live by it, Get k**ed by one Differentiate fact from opinion Earths ninety three million miles from the sun Scientist on cannabis, active philanthropist Crib in Beverly hills, Los Angeles High but the coke cheap, Move on the slow creep First cla** flights no longer a coach seat Feds wanna rope me I'll escape hopefully Retire on a island surrounded by potpourri
Stepping with a weapon, Man your faction [?] Bless all the n***as who buy dope from me [Chorus 1: L.A.D] I shoot till the finish Ice Cold Guinness Feeling like Old Dog and Caine in Menace Squeeze at enemies till they diminish Squeeze at enemies till they diminish I shoot till the finish Ice Cold Guinness Feeling like Old Dog and Caine in Menace Squeeze at enemies till they diminish Squeeze at enemies till they diminish LA