Macklemore - Downtown

rate me

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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