Oh I give my baby now, ninety-nine degree. She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me. Yeow stop breakin' down, baby please, please, please stop breakin' down. (Whoa so crazy mama.) The stuff I got'll bust your brains out baby, whoa, make you lose your mind. (That explains everything.) The stuff I got'll blow your brains out baby, whoa-hoo, make you lose your mind.