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]