《Can O Corn》是Coolio演唱的歌曲，收錄於《It Takes a Thief》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Can O Corn
- 所屬專輯：It Takes a Thief
- 歌曲原唱：Coolio
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Back in the days when I was a young buck
Stuck like a truck gettin sh*t outta luck
Times was rough and I didnt have a plan
I was barely on the edge of my life as a man
Its really f**ked up when theres d**e in the crib
No food in the kitchen for the motherf**kin kids
Thats why a young ni**a 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 hes stealin from his own mommas 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
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
Thats 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
Its funny how the strain in a life filled with pain
Can sometimes leave a b**ch 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
Getcha self together word is born
Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn
