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Now looka here mama let me tell you this |
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If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist |
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You might read from Revelations back to Genesee |
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But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me |
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Ain't no need you bringing no jive to me |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail |
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Some hotshot got money come and throw my bail |
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Soon as I get out, hit the ground |
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Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound |
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Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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You might take it from the south you might carry it up north |
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But understand you can't rule or either be my boss |
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Take it from the east, hide it in the west |
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When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest |
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Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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(In the morning) |
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Your southern can belongs to me |
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(I'm not dreaming) |
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Your southern can belongs to me |
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Ah, ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin |
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Every time I hit you, you'll think I've got a dozen hands |
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Give you a punch through that barbwire fence |
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Every time I hit you, you'll say I've got no sense |
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Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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(Every bit of it) |
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Southern can belongs to me |
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Get me a brick out of my backyard |
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Give you the devil if you get kinda hard |
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Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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(You hear me crying) |
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Southern can belongs to me |
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Spank it a little bit, boy |
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Ah, your southern can is mine |
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Now if I catch your mama down in the heart of town |
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Take me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down |
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Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me |
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Because your southern can belongs to me |
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(I'm talking to you) |
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Your southern can belongs to me |
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You may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard bound |
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I'll make your can moan like a hound |
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Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me |
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Because your southern can is mine |
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(You hear me talking) |
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Southern can belongs to me |
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Oh, spank it like that |
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The way Ruthie Mae likes it |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red |
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What I said get your grandma dead |
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Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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You got to stop your barking and raising the deuce |
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I'll grab you mama and turn every way but loose |
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Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey |
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'Cause your southern can belongs to me |
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(Every bit of it) |
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Southern can belongs to me |
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Aww, whup it, boy, that's the way the people like that thing |
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Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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(You hear me talking) |
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Your southern can belongs to me |
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Might twiddle like a tadpole |
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Let it jump like a frog |
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Every time I hit it you'll holler, God, oh, God |
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Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey |
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'Cause your southern can is mine |
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(You hear me talking) |
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Southern can belongs to me |
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Now play it a little bit, just whup it |
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Aww shucks, play that thing boy |
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Southern can belongs to me |