I can't walk the streets now to consolate my mind, Some pretty mama, she starts breaking down, stop breaking down. The stuff I got is gonna bust your brains out, Well, it'll make you lose your mind. You Saturday night women, you love to ape and clown. You won't do nothing but tear a good man's reputation down. Stop breaking down, stop breaking down. The stuff I got is gonna bust your brains out, Well, it'll make you lose your mind. I gave my baby the ninety-nine degree, She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me, Stop breaking down, stop breaking down. The stuff I got is gonna bust your brains out, Yeah, it'll make you lose your mind.