Chris Brown has emerged from his home to speak with police after a standoff that began early in the morning.
The 27-year-old, who is currently the subject of a felony assault investigation with a deadly weapon after a woman called 911 claiming the singer threatened her with a gun, stepped out of his Tarzana home Tuesday afternoon to cooperate with authorities, a helicopter pilot for FOX 10 Phoenix confirmed. The man believed to be Chris was seen sitting down in a white T-shirt and red hat as an officer stood nearby. He was not handcuffed.
The decision comes after the R&B singer went on social media asking why the cops were bothering his neighborhood.
"So I'm asleep half the damn night, and I just wake up all these motherf--king helicopters choppers is around police out there out the gate. C'mon my n---a what the f--k else do you want from me," he said on Instagram. "I'm way too tired to be dealing with this bulls--t."
He continued, "Every three months y'all get tired of me. You gotta be. Every three months y'all come up with something, bro. what is it?"
Ultimately, a victim later identified by TMZ as Miss California Regional 2016 Baylee Curran, alleged that Chris pointed a gun and threatened her. Police later confirmed that the initial call came in at 3 a.m. local time from the victim outside of Chris' house.
The case has been taken over by the West Valley Robbery Homicide Division who arrived on site.
If Chris failed to leave his house when the Los Angeles police obtained a warrant, the SWAT team could have been called in. "This is a normal response when someone is armed and refusing to come out," a law enforcement source told media. The source also explained that because Chris is a celebrity, robbery homicide detectives were called in rather than regular police.
As for reports that someone in Chris' house threw a bag outside of a window, police told media that they cannot confirm what the bag contained.
Chris' attorney Mark Geragos and another member from his law firm were spotted at the singer's home Tuesday afternoon. "He's trying to help talk some sense into [Chris]," a law enforcement
Read Brown’s complete comments during the police standoff below:
So I’m asleep half the damn night, I just wake up, all these motherfuckin’ helicopter choppers is around, police out there at the gate. Come on, my nigga—what the fuck else do y’all want from me, bro? I stay out of the way, take care of my daughter, do work. I don’t need fuck-ugly bitches, triflin’ bitches, whatever the fuck it is. I’m not on that, bro. I’m way too tired to want to be dealing with this bullshit. Every three months y’all gotta try me, right? It gotta be. Every three months, y’all come up with something, bro. What is it? What’s gonna be next? I’mma fart an elephant? Come on, my nigga. But at the same time, when I call the police, for stalker people that are endangering my life, they don’t come till the next day. Let somebody make a fucked-up allegation about me, and oh yeah, the whole fucking S.W.A.T. team! My nigga, I’m innocent, fuck everybody, I’m tired of hearing this shit.
And all this news shit, y’all ain’t doing nothing but giving me better publicity. Every—how old is it gonna be? Come on, my nigga, I’m tired of this shit. “Barricaded myself in my house,”—have you seen my house? I’m gonna barricade myself in a palace. I’m not coming out. For what? I ain’t did shit, I ain’t gonna do shit, and it’s always gonna be fuck the police, black lives matter, nigga. I don’t care. Y’all gotta stop playing with me like I’m the villain out here, like I’m going crazy. I’m not. You guys got me fucked up though, so, good luck! When you get the warrant or whatever you need to do, you gonna walk right up in here, and you’re gonna see nothing. You idiots. I’m tired of fucking dealing with y’all. Y’all the worst gang in the world, the police. And I said it. Fuck you.
And while we on my promo kick, let me not forget to say, go stream, download, buy “Grass Ain’t Greener,” video out—ironic how I put a crazy video out, right, and then you got a bullshit-ass story. But when I’m sitting over here, withering away, and oh, yeah, “Fuck Chris Brown,” it’s the end of the world. I don’t give a fuck, I’m not running for politics, I don’t give a fuck if I get personal opinions. All y’all can suck a fart out of my ass for all I care. But what I do care about is y’all defacing my name as a person and my character and integrity. I am a father. I am one of the best entertainers out here, without bragging—I ain’t trying to say, “Woe is me, I don’t get enough credit”—and all y’all niggas know, I’m your daddy, nigga. So at the end of the day I’m tired of this shit. I’m up at six, at seven something in the morning, talking this shit. For something I didn’t do. How would you feel? Fuck this fame shit, I’m a real nigga. Fuck y’all.