I can't keep walkin' down the street 'Fore some pretty daddy start breakin' down with me Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
These no good men love to ape and clown They don't do nothin' but tear my good reputation down Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust you brains out, baby
I can't walk the streets now, I can't consolate my mind 'Fore some no good man starts breakin' down Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
I give my baby the ninety-ninth degree Then he rose up and brought a pistol down on me Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
I can't keep walkin' down the street 'Fore some no good man start breakin' down with me Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
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