Chris Brown - Boombox lyrics

[Chorus] 'Bout to bring the heat, give me my boombox Bring it, bring it back to the time when people rocked mics And the b-boys shined I got that perfect beat, give me my boombox Fat gold chains, Adidas with no strings Gazelles with my gutter shades If you love it, love it, tell the DJ turn it up I wanna it, want it, give me my boombox [Verse 1] Remember them days when you had to be home before The street lights came on You barely made it, oh yeah, I came in a little late, the movie's watch breaking Thinking I was Turbo tryna do the moon walk from a Damn wall Man, I was crazy, crazy, that's what made me who I am [Pre-Chorus] It was the mind that made us heavy It was the grind that kept it steady But now things have changed, not the same I'ma have to bring it back, we 'bout [Chorus] 'Bout to bring the heat, give me my boombox Bring it, bring it back to the time when people rocked mics And the b-boys shined I got that perfect beat, give me my boombox Fat gold chains, Adidas with no strings Gazelles with my gutter shades If you love it, love it, tell the DJ turn it up I wanna it, want it, give me my boombox, boombox [Verse 2] I thought I was so fly rocking my Kangol hat to the side Thought I was a B-Boy, yeah, yeah I was in love with the Beemer, with the gold kid on the Right Nice in the rear view, it was [Pre-Chorus] It was the mind that made us heavy It was the grind that kept it steady But now things have changed, I had to upgrade I'm about to bring it back [Chorus] 'Bout to bring the heat, give me my boombox Bring it, bring it back to the time when people rocked mics And the b-boys shined I got that perfect beat, give me my boombox Fat gold chains, Adidas with no strings Gazelles with my gutter shades If you love it, love it, tell the DJ turn it up I wanna it, want it, give me my boombox [Bridge] This is a public service announcement Everybody who did it, can holla at you I just wanna say thank you for the opportunity of letting me Learn this I'm here, we bringing it back [Chorus] 'Bout to bring the heat, give me my boombox Bring it, bring it back to the time when people rocked mics And the b-boys shined I got that perfect beat, give me my boombox Fat gold chains, Adidas with no strings Gazelles with my gutter shades If you love it, love it, tell the DJ turn it up I wanna it, want it, give me my boombox