Coolio - Can-O-Corn lyrics
[Coolio - Can-O-Corn lyrics]
Back in the days when I was a young buck
Stuck like a truck gettin' shit outta luck
Times was rough and I didn't have a plan
I was barely on the edge of my life as a man
It's really fucked up when there's
Dope in the crib no food in the kitchen
For the motherfuckin' kids
That's why a young nigga
Learned how to steal, see
Shoplifting made me a whole lotta meals
But I remember days when the
Cupboard was bare and
Life was unfair but who the fuck cares?
I still hear Momma, what she used to tell me
That you don't get shit in this life for free
And even if I never ever make
It to the mountain top
Fuck it! I fight for my hip-hop
Not everybody can relate to
What I been through
Even though some front and they
Try to pretend to
Know about the life of a kid and the strife
Where he has to live in
The shadow of a base-pipe
Good goes to bad, bad goes to worse
And pretty soon he's stealin' from
His own Momma's purse
So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes
I reach out to touch but
Somebody moved the sky
My stomach is growlin', word is born
'Cause all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
I tried to get full off a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
That's all the fuck that we
Had in the kitchen
A few years later
I pledge allegiance to the set
I'm growin' up but I ain't grown yet
It's funny how the strain in
A life filled with pain
Can sometimes leave a bitch
Stained on the brain
I'm sittin' in the restaurant
Guardin' my food like a eagle
Pickin' up scraps like a seagull
Waitin' on the people at the next
Table to leave a tip
So I can put it in my pocket
Phony Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the stork
We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork
And it ain't no motherfuckin' way no how
When it come up I let you bring me down
So I stick to the boots and
I'm down with a MAAD group
Of gangstas and hoodlums
But you can call 'em 'scroops'
Give me liberty or give me death
'Cause a man without pride
Ain't got shit left, huh
And now that I'm older with kids of my own
I put me in the pot where
It used to be a bone
Get'cha self together, word is bond
'Cause a man can't live on a can-o-corn
Stuck like a truck gettin' shit outta luck
Times was rough and I didn't have a plan
I was barely on the edge of my life as a man
It's really fucked up when there's
Dope in the crib no food in the kitchen
For the motherfuckin' kids
That's why a young nigga
Learned how to steal, see
Shoplifting made me a whole lotta meals
But I remember days when the
Cupboard was bare and
Life was unfair but who the fuck cares?
I still hear Momma, what she used to tell me
That you don't get shit in this life for free
And even if I never ever make
It to the mountain top
Fuck it! I fight for my hip-hop
Not everybody can relate to
What I been through
Even though some front and they
Try to pretend to
Know about the life of a kid and the strife
Where he has to live in
The shadow of a base-pipe
Good goes to bad, bad goes to worse
And pretty soon he's stealin' from
His own Momma's purse
So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes
I reach out to touch but
Somebody moved the sky
My stomach is growlin', word is born
'Cause all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
I tried to get full off a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
That's all the fuck that we
Had in the kitchen
A few years later
I pledge allegiance to the set
I'm growin' up but I ain't grown yet
It's funny how the strain in
A life filled with pain
Can sometimes leave a bitch
Stained on the brain
I'm sittin' in the restaurant
Guardin' my food like a eagle
Pickin' up scraps like a seagull
Waitin' on the people at the next
Table to leave a tip
So I can put it in my pocket
Phony Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the stork
We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork
And it ain't no motherfuckin' way no how
When it come up I let you bring me down
So I stick to the boots and
I'm down with a MAAD group
Of gangstas and hoodlums
But you can call 'em 'scroops'
Give me liberty or give me death
'Cause a man without pride
Ain't got shit left, huh
And now that I'm older with kids of my own
I put me in the pot where
It used to be a bone
Get'cha self together, word is bond
'Cause a man can't live on a can-o-corn