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Can-O-Corn

๐Ÿ‘ค Coolio โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ It Takes a Thief โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:41
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โฑ๏ธ 3:41 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ 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
Shopliftin' laid 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 mama, 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 stealing from his own mama'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 and a life filled with pain
Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain

I'm sittin' in the restaurant, guardin' my food like an 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 comes up, I let you bring me down
So I stick to the boots, and I'm down with a mad 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
Getcha self together, word is born
'Cause a man can't live on a can-o-corn

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:24.27] Back in the days, when I was a young buck
[00:27.36] Stuck like a truck gettin' shit outta luck
[00:30.37] Times was rough and I didn't have a plan
[00:32.96] I was barely on the edge of my life as a man
[00:36.12] It's really fucked up when there's dope in the crib
[00:39.01] No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin' kids
[00:42.45] That's why a young nigga learned how to steal, see
[00:45.34] Shopliftin' laid me a whole lotta meals
[00:48.38] But I remember days when the cupboard was bare, and
[00:51.55] Life was unfair, but who the fuck cares?
[00:54.29] I still hear mama, what she used to tell me
[00:57.32] That you don't get shit in this life for free
[01:00.38] And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top
[01:04.44] Fuck it, I fight for my hip-hop
[01:06.68] Not everybody can relate to what I been through
[01:09.35] Even though some front, and they try to pretend to
[01:12.53] Know about the life of a kid and the strife
[01:15.87] Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe
[01:18.77] Good goes to bad, bad goes to worse
[01:21.15] And pretty soon he's stealing from his own mama's purse
[01:24.56] So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes
[01:27.66] I reach out to touch, but somebody moved the sky
[01:30.55] My stomach is growlin', word is born
[01:33.56] 'Cause all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
[01:36.62] A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
[01:39.79] All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
[01:42.63] A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
[01:45.75] Before I went to school, I had a can-o-corn
[01:48.84] A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
[01:51.78] I tried to get full off a can-o-corn
[01:54.73] A can-o-corn, a can-o-corn
[01:57.52] That's all the fuck that we had in the kitchen
[02:00.84] A few years later, I pledge allegiance to the set
[02:03.90] I'm growin' up, but I ain't grown yet
[02:06.78] It's funny how the strain and a life filled with pain
[02:09.87] Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain
[02:13.02] I'm sittin' in the restaurant, guardin' my food like an eagle
[02:16.94] Pickin' up scraps like a seagull
[02:19.22] Waitin' on the people at the next table to leave a tip
[02:23.01] So I can put it in my pocket
[02:25.29] Phony Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the stork
[02:28.11] We was poor as fuck, so we ate a lot of pork
[02:30.93] And it ain't no motherfuckin' way no how
[02:33.98] When it comes up, I let you bring me down
[02:36.85] So I stick to the boots, and I'm down with a mad group
[02:40.13] Of gangstas and hoodlums, but you can call 'em scroops
[02:43.42] Give me liberty, or give me death
[02:46.08] 'Cause a man without pride ain't got shit left, huh
[02:49.29] And now that I'm older with kids of my own
[02:51.80] I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone
[02:55.43] Getcha self together, word is born
[02:58.06] 'Cause a man can't live on a can-o-corn
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