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
CHORUS 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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