Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can-O-Corn, artist - Coolio. Date of issue: 18.07.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can-O-Corn |
| 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 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 |
| 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 fuck 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 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 |
| Phoney 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 |
| Cos 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 born |
| Cos a man can’t live on a can-o-corn |