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Everytime |
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I'm walkin', down the streets, |
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Some pretty mama start breakin' down with me |
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Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down |
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The stuff |
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I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. |
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I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, |
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Some no-good woman she starts breakin' down |
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Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down |
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The stuff |
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I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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Now, you Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, |
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You won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down |
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Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down |
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The stuff |
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I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, |
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She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me |
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Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down |
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Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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I can't start walkin' down the streets, |
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But some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me |
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Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down |
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The stuff |
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I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
