Released: July 19, 1994
Songwriter: Coolio
Producer: Wino
[Verse 1]
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
Shoplifting made 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
'Cause all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
A few years later, I pledge allegiance 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
Phony 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
'Cause 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 bond
'Cause a man can't live on a 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
Shoplifting made 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
'Cause all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
A few years later, I pledge allegiance 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
Phony 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
'Cause 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 bond
'Cause a man can't live on a can-o-corn
It Takes A Thief
- Fantastic Voyage (Timber Mix)
- Fantastic Voyage
- U Know Hoo
- Thought You Knew
- I Remember
- Mama, I’m In Love Wit A Gangsta
- Sticky Fingers
- Smokin’ Stix
- Bring Back Somethin Fo Da Hood
- It Takes A Thief
- Hand On My Nutsac
- On My Way To Harlem
- N Da Closet
- Ghetto Cartoon
- County Line
- Ugly Bitches
- Can-O-Corn
- Fantastic Voyage (LP Version) [Explicit]
- It Takes A Thief (1994)
- Gangsta’s Paradise
- Aw, Here It Goes (Kenan and Kel Show Theme Song)
- C U When U Get There
- 1, 2, 3, 4 (Sumpin’ New)
- Fantastic Voyage
- Gangsta’s Paradise (Re-Recorded)
- I Like Girls
- Take It to the Hub
- Gangsta Walk
- Too Hot
- Fantastic Voyage (Timber Mix)
- I Breaks ’Em Off
- Life
- Knock Out Kings
- It’s All The Way (Now)
- Too Hot (LP Version) [Explicit]
- Ugly Bitches (LP Version) [Explicit]
- Aw Here It Goes (Theme From Kenan + Kel)
- I Remember (Album Mix)
- It’s All The Way Live
- Devil Is Dope (LP Version) [Explicit
- Show Me Love
- It’s All the Way Live (Now) (Timber mix)
- Gangsta’s Paradise (instrumental)