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Coolio It Takes A Thief 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 |
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