Can-o-corn lyrics

Artist  : Coolio 
Song : Can-o-corn



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 Back in the days when I was a young buck
Stuck like a truck gettin sh*t 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 f**ked up when there's dope in the
crib
No food in the kitchen for the motherf**kin kids
That's why a young nigga learned how to steal,see
Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals
But I remember days when the cupboard was bare
and
Life was unfair but who the f**k cares?
I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me
That you don't get sh*t in this life for free
And even if I never ever make it to the mountain
top
f**k 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
Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
BRIDGE
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 f**k that we had in the kitchen
A few years later,I pledge a legions 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 bit*h 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
Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork
We was poor as f**k so we ate a lot of pork
And it ain't no motherf**kin 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
Cos a man without pride ain't got sh*t 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 born
Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn
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