Interpret:

White Stripes, The

Album:

De Stijl

lookie here momma let me explain ya this
If ya wanna get crooked i'll even give ya my fist
Ya might read from revelation back to genesis
Ya keep forgetten your southern can belongs to me


So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the mornin
Your southern can belongs to me


Ya 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 a half a pound


So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin about it
Your southern can belongs to me


Ya might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand ya can't rule me and be my boss
Take it from the east and hide in the west
But when i get ya momma your can'll see no rest


So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i'm screamin
Your southern can belongs to me


Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When i hit ya momma then ya feel my hand
Give ya punch through that barbed wire fence
When i hit ya baby, ya know i make no sence


So there ain't 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, don't get hot
I'm gettin me a brick outta my backyard


So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i'm takin about it
Your southern can belongs to me


Well if i catch you momma down in the heart of town
I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down


So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i know it
Your southern can belongs to me


You maybe get death-bed sick, 'cause you're graveyard bound
I'm gonna make you more like a graveyard hound


So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i'm screamin
Your southern can belongs to me