Downtown

I went to the moped store, said: Fuck it
Salesman's like: What up, what's your budget
And I'm like: Honestly, I don't know nothing about mopeds
He said: I got the one for you, follow me
Oh, it's too real
Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
Banana seat, how can it be on two wheels
Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal

I'm headed downtown, cruising through the alley
Tip-toeing 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 little mama with her ass in my face
I'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband
Dope

Killing the game, 'bout to catch a body
Passed the Harley, Dukie on the 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 stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the wasabi
I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging upon the concrete
My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather
But girl, we could still ride together
You don't need a Uber, you don't 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
Stopping 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 the leather seat between your legs

Downtown
You don't want no beef, boy
Know I run the streets, boy
Better follow me towards
Downtown
What you see is what you get, girl
Don't ever forget, girl
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
Downtown

Dope
Cut the bullshit, get off my mullet
Stone washed, so raw, moped like a bullet
Peeyow, it can't catch me
A po-po can't reprimand me
I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancing
I got your girl on the back going tandem
Cause I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick
Whole downtown yelling out: Who that is

It's 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
I'm perusing down 4th and they watching me
I do a handstand, the eagle lands on my seat
Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain't free
Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me
I got one girl, I got two wheels
She a big girl, that ain't a big deal
I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy
Going down our 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
There's layers to this shit player
Tiramisu, tiramisu
Let my coat-tail drag
But I ain't 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 the leather seat between your legs

Downtown
You don't want no beef, boy
Know I run the streets, boy
Better follow me towards
Downtown
What you see is what you get, girl
Don't ever forget, girl
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
Downtown
You don't want no beef, boy
Know I run the streets, boy
Better follow me towards
Downtown
What you see is what you get, girl
Don't ever forget, girl
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
Downtown