Coolio - Can-o-corn Lyrics
Back in the days when I was a young buckStuck like a truck gettin shit outta luckTimes was rough and I didnt have a planI was barely on the edge of my life as a manIts really *****ed up when theres dope in the cribNo food in the kitchen for the mother*****in kidsThats why a young nigga learned how to steal,seeShopliftin laid me a whole lotta mealsBut I remember days when the cupboard was bare andLife was unfair but who the ***** cares?I still hear momma,what she used to tell meThat you dont get shit in this life for freeAnd even if I never ever make it to the mountain top***** it!i fight for my hip-hopNot everybody can relate to what I been throughEven though some front and they try to pretend toKnow about the life of a kid and the strifeWhere he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipeGood goes to bad,bad goes to worseAnd pretty soon hes stealin from his own mommas purseSo clean out ya ears and open up your eyesI reach out to touch but somebody moved the skyMy stomach is growlin,word is bornCos all I had for dinner was a can-o-cornBridgeA can-o-corn,a can-o-cornAll I had for dinner was a can-o-cornA can-o-corn,a can-o-cornBefore I went to school I had a can-o-cornA can-o-corn,a can-o-cornI tried to get full off a can-o-cornA can-o-corn,a can-o-cornThats all the ***** that we had in the kitchenA few years later,i pledge a legions to the setIm growin up but I aint grown yetIts funny how the strain in a life filled with painCan sometimes leave a ***** stained on the brainIm sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eaglePickin up scraps like a seagullWaitin on the people at the next table to leave a tipSo I can put it in my pocketPhoney easter bunny,santa claus and the storkWe was poor as ***** so we ate a lot of porkAnd it aint no mother*****in way no howWhen it come up I let you bring me downSo I stick to the boots and Im down with a maad groupOf gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em scroopsGive me liberty or give me deathCos a man without pride aint got shit left,huhAnd now that Im older with kids of my ownI put me in the pot where it used to be a boneGetcha self together,word is bornCos a man cant live on a can-o-corn
