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