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Now lookie here momma let me explain you this |
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You wanna get crooked I'll even give you my fist |
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You might read from Revelation back to Genesis |
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You keep forgettin' your southern can belongs to me |
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So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me |
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Your southern can is mine in the mornin' |
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Your southern can belongs to me |
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You might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail |
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Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail |
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Soon as I get out, hit the ground |
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Your southern can is worth a thousand, half a pound |
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So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me |
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Your southern can is mine, talkin' about it |
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Southern can belongs to me |
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Ya might take it from the South, baby, hide it up North |
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Understand you can't rule me and be my boss |
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Take it from the East and hide in the West |
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But when I get you momma your can't see no rest |
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So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me |
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Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin' |
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Your southern can belongs to me |
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Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand |
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When I hit you momma then you feel my hand |
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Give you punch through that barbed wire fence |
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When I hit ya, baby, you know I make no sense |
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Ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me |
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Southern can is mine, I know it |
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Southern can belongs to me |
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Well, now look here woman, don't get hot |
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I'm gettin' me a brick outta my backyard |
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There ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me |
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Southern can is mine, I'm takin' about it |
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Your southern can belongs to me |
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Well if I catch you momma down in the heart of town |
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I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down |
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Ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me |
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Your southern can is mine, I know it |
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Your southern can belongs to me |
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You maybe get bed sick, 'cause, baby you're graveyard bound |
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I'm gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound |
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So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me |
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Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin' |
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Southern can belongs to me |
