Your Southern Can is Mine
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lookie here momma let me explain ya this
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If ya wanna get crooked i'll even give ya my fist
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Ya might read from revelation back to genesis
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Ya keep forgetten 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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Ya 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 dollar a 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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Your 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 ya 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 ya momma your can'll 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 ya momma then ya feel my hand
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Give ya punch through that barbed wire fence
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When i hit ya baby, ya know i make no sence
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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 know it
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Your southern can belongs to me
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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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So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
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Your 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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So there 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 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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Your southern can belongs to me
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Your Southern Can Is Mine
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