Southern Can Is Mine

Now looka here mama let me tell you this
 If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist
 You might read from Revelation back to Genesee
 But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me
 Ain't no need you bringin no jive to me
 'Cause your southern can is mine
 Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail
 Some hotshot got money come on and go my bail
 Soon as I get out, hit the ground
 Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound
 Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me
 'Cause your southern can is mine
 You might take it from the south you might carry it up north
 But understand you can't rule or neither be my boss
 Take it from the east, hide it in the west
 When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest.
 Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me
 Cause your southern can is mine
 Early in the morning
 Your southern can belongs to me
 I'm not dreamin'
 Your southern can belongs to me
 Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin
 Every time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands
 Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence
 Every time I hit you you'll say I ain't got no sense
 Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me
 'Cause your southern can is mine
 Every bit of it
 Southern can belongs to me
 Get me a brick out of my backyard
 Give you the devil if you act kinda hard
 Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
 Cause your southern can is mine
 You hear me cryin'
 Southern can belongs to me
 (Spank it a little bit, boy)
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 Ah, your southern can is mine.
 Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town
 Take me a brand new brick and tear your can on down.
 Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me
 Because your southern can belongs to me
 I'm talkin to ya
 Your southern can belongs to me
 You may be deathbed sick mama and graveyard bound
 I'll make your can moan like a hound
 Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me
 Because your southern can is mine
 You hear me talkin'
 Southern can belongs to me.
 (Oh spank it like that. The way Ruthie Mae likes it)
 'Cause your southern can is mine
 Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red
 What I said get your grandma dead
 Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me
 'Cause your southern can is mine
 You got to stop your barkin' and raising the deuce
 I'll grab you mama and turn you every way but loose
 Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
 Cause your southern can belongs to me
 Every bit of it
 Southern can belongs to me
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 (Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing)
 Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
 'Cause your southern can is mine
 You hear me talkin'
 Your southern can belongs to me
 Might twiddle like a tadpole
 Let it jump like a frog
 Every time I hit it your gonna holler
 "God oh God"
 Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
 'Cause your southern can is mine
 You hear me talkin'
 Southern can belongs to me
 (Now play it a little bit, just whup it
 Aww shucks. Play that thing boy)
 Southern can belongs to me