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Can-o-corn

Artysta: Coolio

Wyswietleń: 2



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




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