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down, down, down, down (Get Down)
Down, Down, Down (Get Down)
Get Down (Ooouou)
We can get down

[Bridge - Chris Brown]
The way I see it girl, You
Well they hung John Brown in 1859
After his revolt did not go fine. 
Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in
a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side.

Yes it's been quite a summer,
Rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
And now you're off on vacation,
Lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
Pills and weed got me higher than Bobby Brown (Rollin')
T.T.G. ho, (Ho) Trained To Go ho (Ho)
Lay down
a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side.

Yes it's been quite a summer,
Rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
And now you're off
Especially L.A. and I'm feeling the bay
But ain't nothing like rolling down P.C.H.
Top down west bound it's all good
You don't go Hollywood when you're from
lonely days in a brown L. A. haze 
And I just want you back by my side 

Yes, it's been quite a summer 
Rented cars and west-bound trains 
And now
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in

The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
The news too hard to handle
The world is so unbearable like wearing socks with sandals
I'm lover not a fighter respectable to women
I ain't Chris Brown I
too hard to handle
The world is so unbearable like wearing socks with sandals
I'm lover not a fighter respectable to women
I ain't Chris Brown I don't
The news too hard to handle
The world is so unbearable like wearing socks with sandals
I'm lover not a fighter respectable to women
I ain't Chris Brown I
that niggas January (chea)
Chad West

[Verse One: Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just
need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

Hey,

[Chorus]
She want that lovey dovey 
That
a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side.

Yes it's been quite a summer,
Rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
And now you're off
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)

[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)

[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber

So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
I remember best
Was grey-haired old Patch Eye
And the stories that he'd tell me about
His younger days as we
Watched the ships go by

He'd talk
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
What a pity, it comes down to mics and a pillow
Couple handshakes, hash browns and a hello
From a fan to make it worthwhile with the plan
To cover
again, add it to wax

[Chorus]

[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
The C.O.L.O.N.Y. east coast and the west coast fuse together this shit
ain't dope it's a musical treasure never come and test a, dope MC like
Brown
sellin' nickel bags
Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man where