Remember when the shit hit the fan
And the man wanted to know which way you ran
Life goes on (4x)
Back it up smack it up
Pop your corn, I got more style than Son Doobies got porn
Top o' the morn', rise and shine
LA swine got no spine
Drop that stick, pig my crew's real thick
Drop your gun, pig and get a real dick
I got my gat 'cause I don't trust ya
Play me close and make me nervous I'll bust ya
LA's no joke the cops don't care
They'll beat ya down till there's just a fuckin' hair of life left in ya
Then they'll pin ya, way out in Wayside, watch your backside
White and black crime is what goes on, and life goes on
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And life goes on (12x)
And on and on 'till the break of dawn and on to the next day
Hey yo, by the way, did you know about the science of creation
About the Masons, about their nation
Of disarm, this arm, like you like an overhead
To the thirty-third degree you know that's me
Ease back so ease off or I'll squeeze off
My clip, please don't trip, or we's gonna flip
The House of Pain makes clouds and rain on parades
I wear shades when it's sunny, sometimes I rock funny
I ain't in it for the money
But I get mine before the show goes on, and life goes on
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