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Every time I'm walkin' down the street |
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Some pretty mama start breakin' down with me |
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Stop breakin' down |
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Please, stop breakin' down |
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Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby |
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Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind |
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I can't walk the streets now to consulate my mind |
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Some pretty mama starts breakin' down |
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Stop breakin' down |
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Please, stop breakin' down |
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Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby |
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Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind |
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Now, you Saturday night women, you love to ape and clown |
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Won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down |
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Stop breakin' down |
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Please, stop breakin' down |
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Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby |
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Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind |
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Well, I give my baby the ninety-nine degrees |
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She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me |
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Stop breakin' down |
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Please, stop breakin' down |
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Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby |
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Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind |
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Well now, I can't start walkin' down the streets |
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Some pretty woman start breakin' down with me |
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Stop breakin' down |
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Please, stop breakin' down |
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Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby |
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Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind |
