House Of Pain Fine Malt Life Goes On 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 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 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 [13x] 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 [Chorus] |
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