Your Southern Can is Mine The White Stripes

[Verse 1]
Now, looky here mama, let me explain you dis
You wanna get crooked, I'll even give you my fist
You might read from Revelation back to Genesi(s)
You get crooked, your southern can belongs to me

[Chorus]
So, there ain't no use in bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the morning
Your southern can belongs to me

[Verse 2]
You might go uptown, have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshot's got money, gonna pull my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth two dollars and half a pound

[Chorus]
So, there ain't no use in bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm talking about it
Your southern can belongs to me

[Verse 3]
You might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand you can't rule me or be my boss
Take it from the east, hide it in the west
But when I get it, mama, you can't a-see no rest