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 Revelations back to Genesee
But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me
Ain't no need you bringing 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 dreaming)
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 barbwire 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 crying)
Southern can belongs to me
Spank it a little bit, boy
Ah, your southern can is mine
Now if I catch your mama down in the heart of town
Take me a bran-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 talking to you)
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 bringing no stuff to me
Because your southern can is mine
(You hear me talking)
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 barking 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 talking)
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 talking)
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