Remember when the shit hit the fan
And the man wanted to know which way you ran?

Life goes on

Back it up
Smack it up
Pop your corn
I got more style than Son Doobie'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 ****
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 ***** 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 X12

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, a-like-a-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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