conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 36 Oz (Remix) with the following description: Skeme recruits R&B pheanom and rap up-and-comer Chris Brown to assist on his hit “36 Oz.”
  During an annotation session with Genius, Skeme explained how Chris Brown ended up on the remix:
  
  Chris asked me to get on the record.
  We were working in the same studio and when the song dropped he was on tour, but when he came back home we was like, “I wanna put down on that record.”
  It’s about coming from damn-near nothing to getting everything you wanted.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Chris Brown]
  Yeah
  [Chorus: Skeme & Chris Brown, 
  Skeme
  ]
  All I ever wanted was some Jordan's and a gold chain
  Now I need all thirty-six oz out the whole thing
  My watch be tellin' me I ain't got time to play with hoes, man
  All I ever wanted was some Jordan's and a gold chain
  Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like we don't deserve this
  Once we get it started, ain't no way you could reverse this
  We do this for real, it ain't no way to rehearse this
  You play 'round with mine, I fuck around and get you murked, bitch, 
  yeah, yeah
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Helicopters flyin' 'round my house, like fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
  You know that twelve stay investigatin', I don't trust 'em (No)
  You done drove a long way, only sold you one eighth
  If you talkin' gunplay, niggas got that one way (Buck, buck, buck)
  Ticket to get stuck in traffic, I pull out then pass it, we drivin' them hearses
  And your homies be wearin' your t-shirt, the pastor be speakin' them verses
  We do this for real, I ain't got time to see no bird, bitch
  I just pop a pill, this codeine got a nigga swervin'
  [Chorus: Skeme & Chris Brown, 
  Skeme
  , 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  All I ever wanted was some Jordan's and a gold chain
  Now I need all thirty-six oz out the whole thing
  My watch be tellin' me I ain't got time to play with hoes, man
  All I ever wanted was some Jordan's and a gold chain
  Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like we don't deserve this
  Once we get it started, ain't no way you could reverse this
  We do this for real, it ain't no way to rehearse this
  You play 'round with mine, I fuck around and get you murked, bitch, 
  yeah, yeah
   (
  Buck, buck, buck
  ) [Verse 2: Skeme, 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  I used to flip them things and get that change up out 'em (
  Woo
  )
  Young nigga done got that change but ain't shit changed about him (
  Woo
  )
  I put my neck down on the line, got twenty chains around it (
  Ow!
  )
  You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, we don't hear about it
  Tell all your niggas we don't need the convo
  I'ma have twenty hoes twerk at the condo
  I been ridin' since the summer of '87
  Crazy thing, I wasn't born 'til the '9-0
  All of them years, we was broke what I shine for
  Commas separatin' zeros like grown folk
  I break a nine out the motherfuckin' brick with my eyes closed
  [Chorus: Skeme & Chris Brown, 
  Skeme
  , 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  All I ever wanted was some Jordan's and a gold chain
  Now I need all thirty-six oz out the whole thing
  My watch be tellin' me I ain't got time to play with hoes, man
  All I ever wanted was some Jordan's and a gold chain
  Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like we don't deserve this
  Once we get it started, ain't no way you could reverse this
  We do this for real, it ain't no way to rehearse this
  You play 'round with mine, I fuck around and get you murked, bitch, 
  yeah, yeah
   (
  Buck, buck, buck
  )
  [Verse 3: Skeme, 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  Snitches get stitches (
  Ow!
  ), I feel like you niggas some fakes and some bitches (
  Woo
  )
  These niggas will tell on they partners, just hopin' the judge give a break on the sentence (
  Woo
  )
  Hand on the wheel, I just handle my business
  And I wish Dolla Bill was livin' a witness (
  Hey
  )
  The way this lil 'nigga done round up them digits
  Man, I got that gift like it came with a ribbon (
  Hey
  )
  I tell these liberty bitches that I ain't switchin' 'less we talkin' 'bout switchin' positions
  I turn the wood to the world for my niggas, I hope that shit did make a difference
  They dodge a homie 'cause of codeine I'm sippin'
  These glasses, homie, gave me Cartier vision
  They hatin' on me, fakin' on me, but still I ain't trippin' [Chorus: Skeme & Chris Brown, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Skeme
  ]
  All I ever wanted was some Jordan's and a gold chain (
  Gold chain
  )
  Now I need all thirty-six oz out the whole thing (
  Whole thing
  )
  My watch be tellin' me I ain't got time to play with hoes, man
  All I ever wanted was some Jordan's and a gold chain
  Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like we don't deserve this (
  Ayy!
  )
  Once we get it started, ain't no way you could reverse this (
  Ow!
  )
  We do this for real, it ain't no way to rehearse this (
  Hey
  )
  You play 'round with mine, I fuck around and get you murked, bitch, 
  yeah, yeah
   (
  Buck, buck, buck
  )