Downtown

I went to the moped store, said 'Fuck it'
Salesmans like 'What up, whats your budget?'
And Im like 'Honestly, I dont know nothing about mopeds'
He said 'I got the one for you, follow me'
Ooh, its too real
Chromed out mirror, I dont need a windshield
Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
Eight hundred cash, thats a hell of a deal
Im headed...
Downtown, cruising through the alley
Tip-toeing in the street like ballet
Pulled up, moped to the valet
Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise
Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels
Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank
And a bad little mama with her ass in my face
Imma lick that , stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
Snuck her in backstage, you dont need a wristband
Dope
Killing the game, bout to catch a body
Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
Goddamn, man, everybody got Bugattis
But Imma keep it hella 1987
Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki
Im stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the Wasabi
Im so low that my scrotums almost dragging up on the concrete
My seat is leather, alright, Im lying, its pleather
But girl, we could still ride together, oh
You dont need an Uber, you dont need a cab
Fuck a bus pass, you got a moped man
She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
She has her arms around your waist
With a balance that could keep her safe
(Downtown)
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
(Downtown)
Of a leather seat between your legs
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey- ey)
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
Downtown
You dont want no beef, boy
Know I run the streets, boy
Better follow me towards
Downtown
What you see is what you get girl
Dont ever forget girl
Aint seen nothing yet until youre
Downtown
Dope
Cut the bullshit
Get off my mullet
Stone washed, so raw
Moped like a bullet, oh, yee-ow
You cant catch me
A po-po cant reprimand me
Im in a B -Boy stance, Im not dancing
I got your girl on the back going tandem
Cause Im too damn quick, Im too damn slick
Whole downtown yelling out 'Who that is?'
Its me , the M, the A-C, the K
Sounding like a French pimp from back in the day
I take her to Pend Oreille and I water skate
I mean, water ski, ollie, ollie, oxen free
Im perusing down fourth and they watching me
I do a headstand, the eagle lands on my seat
Well hello, but baby, the kickstand aint free
Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me?
I got one girl, I got two wheels
She a big girl, but aint a big deal
I like a big girl, I like em sassy
Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet
Running around the whole town
Neighbors yelling at me like, 'You need to slow down'
'Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck out
Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down'
If I only had one helmet I would give it to you, give it to you
Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view
Theres layers to this shit player, tiramisu, tiramisu
Let my coat-tail drag but I aint tearing my suit, tearing my suit
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
Downtown, downtown
She has her arms around your waist
With a balance that could keep her safe
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
Of a leather seat between your legs
Downtown
You dont want no beef, boy
Know I run the streets, boy
Better follow me towards
Downtown
What you see is what you get girl
Dont ever forget girl
Aint seen nothing yet until youre
Downtown
You dont want no beef, boy
Know I run the streets, boy
Better follow me towards
Downtown
What you see is what you get girl
Dont ever forget girl
Aint seen nothing yet until youre
Downtown