Yeah, we're back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
We're gonna bring you a funky sound
Cause we can't let you down
Cause we're back, back, back, back
We're back to brown and this is for the rise
It's your boy YC, what it do, K-Pi
Sugar, sugar, sugar, how you get so high?
Three wheel motion while I'm dipped in my ride
Ain't none like them summer nights
And I get you hypnotized when I'm on the mic
It's the bang, bang, boogie, say up, chuck the boogie
To the rhythm, to the boogie, the beat
Back to the basics, back to the grind
Back to the old school, the new school rhyme
Hey, Mr. Digit, can you play that song?
Two turd nibbles and a microphone
Check, check, check, check
Test it one, two, show the dude why
Mr. Beat, you be cool
Sexy mama's teeter with them dark brown eyes
Looking even better when you by my side
From the slow jam coming through your town
The funky-ass text, back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
We're gonna bring you a funky sound
Cause we can't take it down
Cause we're back, back, back, back
Got the top down on the six-fold
Bring a funky sound and you got some more
Yeah, and I do it for the raza
Full of the familia, like a pasta
Roll down the street, got the three-wheel motion
Crews down the boulevard, we straight coastin'
Chillin' on the block, kickin' with the homies
Headin' to the store, now we sippin' on a floaty
Got food on the grill and the music always blastin'
Bring back the brown, cause the brown is everlasting
White tees, fresh kicks, and a pair of loafs
Bring back the brown, and I do it for the folk
Got the lowrider and the things spoke
Do it for my people, cause they love the most
Yeah, all about the family
Always down to ride, hold it down like it's gravity
Post up with the primo's, three-wheel regal
Round and proud, all about the people
Yeah, we're back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
We're gonna bring you a funky sound
Yeah, we're back to brown


Cause we can if we're down
Cause we're back, back, back, back
Now everybody get down to the funky sound
Now everybody get down to the funky sound
Let's take a little trip back to brown
Low Low's hoppin', it's on the poppin' head
Bobbin' to the beat, bass knockin'
Music hella loud, disturbin' the peace
Sittin' low in my seat, smokin' a sweet
Don't ride too fast, two pumps in the back
Blood in my lips, 40 ounce in my lap
Cruisin' down the boulevard lookin' like a Mac
Bumpin' oldies, let's take it back in time
I was 18 with a bullet, spittin' rhymes
Summertime vibes, chillin' in the park
Waitin' for the sun to go down so my night can start
So rough, so tough, more bounce to the ounce
Back to the hotel, cause tonight it's goin' down
Know it's all about that lighter shade of brown
Cause it's back to brown
Cause it's back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
Yeah, we're back to brown
We're gonna bring you a fuckin' sound
We're gonna bring you a fuckin' sound
Cause we can't take it down
Cause we can't take it down
Back to back, back, back to back
Back to back, back, back to back