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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
