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 Dooby's got horn

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 (13x)



And on and on till the break of dawn

And on to the next day, ay yo, by the way

Did you know about the science of creation

About the Masons, about their nation

Of disarm, this arm, a lega lega or a head

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 a rains

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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