Now, looky here, momma, let me explain you this, You wanna get crooked, Ill even give you my fist. You might read from Revelation back to Genesis, You get crooked, your southern can belongs to me.
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me, Your southern can is mine in the mornin, Your southern can belongs to me.
You might go uptown, have me arrested, put in jail, Some hotshots got money, gonna pull my bail. Soon as I get out, hit the ground, Your southern can is worth a dollar and half a pound.
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me, Your southern can is mine, talkin about it, Your southern can belongs to me.
You might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north, Understand you cant rule me or be my boss. Take it from the east and hide in the west, But when I get you, momma, you cant a-see no rest.
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me, Your southern can is mine, Im screamin, Your southern can belongs to me.
Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand, When I hit you, momma, then you feel my hand. Give you a punch through that barbed wire fence, When I hit you, baby, you know I make no sense.
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me, Your southern can is mine, I know it, Your southern can belongs to me.
Now, look here, woman, dont get hot, Im gonna grab me a brick outta my backyard.
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me, Your southern can is mine, talkin about it, Your southern can belongs to me.
Well, if I catch you, momma, down in the heart of town, Im gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down.
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me, Your southern can is mine, I know it, Your southern can belongs to me.
You may be deathbed sick, baby, graveyard bound. Gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound.
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me, Your southern can is mine, Im screamin, Your southern can belongs to me.
