Remember when the shit hit the fan
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and the man wanted to know which way you ran?
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(Life goes on) [4x]
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Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn
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I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn
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Top o the morn, rise and shine
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LA swine, got no spine
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Drop that stick, pig, my crew's real thick
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Drop your gun, pig, and get a real dick
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I got my gat cause I don't trust ya
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Play me close and make me nervous, I'll bust ya
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LA's no joke, the cops don't care
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They'll beat ya down till there's just a fuckin' hair
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Of life left in ya, then they'll pin ya
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Way out in Wayside, watch your backside
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White and black crime is what goes on
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And life goes on
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[Chorus]
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And life goes on [13x]
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And on and on till the break of dawn
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And on to the next day, ay yo, by the way
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Did you know about the science of creation
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About the Masons, about their nation
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Of disarm, this arm, a lega lega or a head
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To the thirty-third degree, you know that's me
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Ease back, so ease off or I'll squeeze off
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My clip, please don't trip, or we's gonna flip
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The House Of Pain makes clouds a rains
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On parades, I wear shades when it's sunny
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Sometimes I rock funny, I ain't in it for the money
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But I get mine before the show goes on
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And life goes on
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[Chorus]
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Life Goes On
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House Of Pain |