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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" Ooh, 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, 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 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 Goddamn, 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 up on the concrete My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather But girl, we could still ride together, oh You don't need an 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 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 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, oh, yee-ow You 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 fourth and they watching me I do a headstand, 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, but ain't 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 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 (Downtown) Have you ever felt the warm embrace (Downtown) Of a 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
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