Macklemore - Downtown Lyrics

Ft. Ryan Lewis, Eric Nally, Melle Mel, Kool Moe ,Dee, Grandmaster, Caz

I went to the Moped store, said 'fuck it'
Salesman like 'What up, what's yo budget?'
And I'm like 'Honestly, I don't know nothin' about Mopeds'
He said 'I got the one for ya, follow me'
Oh, it's too real! Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal
I'm headed Downtown, cruisin' through the alley
Tip-toein' in the street like Dally
Pulled up, moped to the valley
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 lil momma with her ass in my face
I'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, (Kit-Kat)
Snuck her in backstage, ya don't need a wristband

(Verse 2)
Killin' the game 'bout to catch a body
Passed the Harley, Dukie own a Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
God damn man, everybody got Bugattis
But I'mma keep it hella 1987
Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki
I'm stuntin' on everybody, hella raw, pass the wasabi
I'm so low that my scrotum almost draggin' on the concrete
My seat is leather, alright, I'm lyin', it's pleather
But girl, we could still ride together
Ya don't need an Uber, ya don't need a cab
Fuck a bus pass, ya got a moped man
She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwin' up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stoppin' by Pike Place, throwin' fish to a player

Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
She has her arms around yo waist
With a balance that could keep us safe
Have ya eva felt the warm embrace
Of the leather seat between yo legs
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
Ya don't want no beef, boy
Know I run the streets, boy
Betta follow me towards
What ya see is what ya get girl
Don't eva forget girl
Ain't seen nothin' yet until you're

Dope! Cut the bull! Get off my mullet
Stone washed, so raw! Moped like a bullet
It can't catch me! A po po can't reprimand me
I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancin'
I got yo girl in the back doin' tandem
Because I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick
Whole downtown yellin' out "who that is?"

(Verse 3)
It's me, the M the A-C the K
Stuntin' like a French pimp from back in the day
I take her to Pend Oreille and I watch her skate
I mean, water ski, ollie ollie oxen free
I'm perusin' down fourth and they watchin' me
I do a handstand, an eagle lands on my seat
Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain't free
Now do ya or do ya not want to ride with me
I got one girl, I got two wheels
She a big girl but ain't a big deal
I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy
Goin' down the backstreet listenin' to Blackstreet
Runnin' around the whole town
Neighbors yellin' at me like, 'ya need to slow down'
Goin' 38, damn, chill yoself out
Mow yo damn lawn and sit the hell down
If I only had 1 helmet I would give it to ya, give it to ya
Cruisin' down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view
There's layers to this shit player, Tiramisu, Tiramisu
Let my coat-tail drag but I ain't tearin' my suit, tearin' my suit


Ya don't want no beef, boy
Know I run the streets, boy
Betta follow me towards

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