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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