Текст (слова) песни: Coolio - 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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Coolio - 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Can-O-Corn: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/11868.html Все тексты песен: Coolio » Coolio - Homeboy » Coolio - Hand On My Nutsac » Coolio - Fantastic Voyage » Coolio - Shake it Up » Coolio - Its All The Way Live » Coolio - N Da Closet » Coolio - Intro » Coolio - Hit `em High (The Monstar`s Anthem) » Coolio - Money (Dollar Bill Y`all) » Coolio - Can U Dig It » Coolio - On My Way To Harlem » Coolio - Kinda High Kinda Drunk » Coolio - Drama » Coolio - N Da Closet » Coolio - Can I Get Down 1x » Coolio - Ghetto Cartoon » Coolio - 1 2 3 4 (Sumpin` new) » Coolio - Hit `em » Coolio - I Breaks `Em Off » Coolio - Interlude Рекомендуем скачать: » Руки Вверх - Сережа » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - Р’СЃС‘ Р Р°РІРЅРѕ РќР°Р№РґСѓ » Руслан Бажин - Сутра о Стене » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Хочу чаю » Рада и Терновник - Нас сторожат » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РљРѕСЂРѕР±РµР№РЅРёРєРё » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Эта судьба, невозможная лжица... » Руки Вверх! - Алёшка » Рая Миненкова - Я пишу в пустоту... » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Мой бой » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РќРµ РЎРєСѓС‡Р°Р№, Р‘РµРґРЅС‹Р№ РђРЅРіРµР» » Розенбаум Александр - ИЗВОЗЧИК » Рада и Терновник - На Земле Обетованной » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РЇ Р–РґСѓ РўРµР±СЏ » Рефлекс, Reflex - Потому что не было тебя » Русский размер - Он уже далеко » Рубашкин Борис - Чубчик » Р“РѕСЂРѕРґ 312 - Р”РµРІРѕС‡РєР°, РљРѕС‚РѕСЂР°СЏ РҐРѕС‚РµР»Р° РЎС‡Р°СЃС‚СЊСЏ » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Какое старое признанье... » Руки Вверх! - Парень
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