Southern Can Is Mine

Now look here mama let me tell you this

If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist

You might read from revelations 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 and throw my bail

Soon as I get out, hit the ground

Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound

Ain't no need of 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 either 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 of bringing no stuff to me

Cause your southern can is mine (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've got no sense

Ain't no need of 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 get 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

Ah, your southern can is mine.

Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town

Take me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down

Ain't no need you bringin 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 and 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 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

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 you'll 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 belo-ongs to me