Remember when the shit hit the fan
And the man wanted to know which way you ran
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 d**k
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 f**kin' 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
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
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
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
And life goes on
