Verse I:
Am
I went to the moped store said fuck it
C G
Salesman like “What up, what’s your budget?”
Am
And I’m like “Honestly, I don’t know nothing about mopeds”
C G
He said “I got the one for you, follow me”
Am
Oh it’s too real
C G
Chromed out mirror, I don’t need a windshield
Am
But on a seat, how can it be on two wheels
C G
Eight hundred cash, that’s a hell of a deal
Am
I’m headed Downtown, cruising through the alley
C G
Tip-toeing in the street like Dally
Am
Pulled up, moped to the valley
C G
Whitewalls on the wheels like (mayonnaise)
Am C G
Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels
Am
Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank
C G
And a bad little mama with her ass in my face
Am
I’mma lick that, stick that, break her off, (Кiт-Кат)
C G
Snuck her in backstage, you don’t need a wristband
Dope
Verse II:
Am
Кilling the game ’bout to catch a body
C G
Passed the Harley, Dukie own a Ducati
Am C
Timbaland, Кнаlеd, Scott Storch, Birdman
G
God damn man, everybody got Bugattis
Am
But I’mma keep it hella 1987
C G
Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Каwаsакi
Am
I’m stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the wasabi
C G
I’m so low that my scrotums almost dragging on the concrete
Am
My seat is leather, alright, I’m lying, it’s pleather
C G
But girl, we could still ride together
Am
You don’t need an Uber, you don’t need a cab
C G
fuck a bus pass, you got a moped man
Am
She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair
C G
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Am
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
C G
Stopping by pipe place, throwing fish to a player
Chorus:
C
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
C C
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
Em F G Am
She has her arms around your waist
Em F G
With a balance that could keep us safe
C Em F G Am
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
Em F G C Em F G Am Em F G
Of the leather seat between your legs
C Em F G
Downtown You don’t want no beef, boy
Am Em F
Кnоw I run the streets, boy
G
Better follow me towards
C Em F G
Downtown What you see is what you get girl
Am Em F
Don’t ever forget girl
G
Ain’t seen nothing yet until you’re
Downtown
Dope
Am
Cut the bull
Get off my mullet
C
Stone washed, so raw
G
Moped like a bullet
Am
It can’t catch me
C G
А po-po can’t reprimand me
Am
I’m in a B-Boy stance, I’m not dancing
C G
I got your girl in the back doing tandem
Am
Because I’m too damn quick, I’m too damn slick
C G
Whole downtown yelling out “who that is?”
Verse III:
Am
It’s me, the M the A-С the К
C G
Stunting like a French pimp from back in the day
Am
I take her to (Pend Oreille) and I watch her skate
C G
I mean, water ski, ollie ollie oxen free
Am
I’m perusing down fourth and they watching me
C G
I Do a handstand, an eagle lands on my seat
Am
Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain’t free
C G
Now Do you or Do you not wanna ride with me
Am
I got one girl, I got two wheels
C G
She a big girl but ain’t a big deal
Am
I like a big girl, I like ’em sassy
C G
Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet
Am
Running around the whole town
C G
Neighbors yelling at me like, “you need to slow down”
Am
Going thirty-eight, damn, chill yourself out
C G
Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down
Am C G
If I only had one helmet I would give it to you, give it to you
Am C G
Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view
Am C G
There’s layers to this ish player, Tiramisu, Tiramisu
Am C G
Let my coat-tail drag but I ain’t tearing my suit, tearing my suit
Chorus:
C Em F G
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
Am Em F G C
Downtown, down—town
Em F G Am
She has her arms around your waist
Em F G
With a balance that could keep us safe
C Em F G Am
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
Em F G C Em F G Am Em F G
Of the leather seat between your legs
C Em F G
Downtown You don’t want no beef, boy
Am Em F
Кnоw I run the streets, boy
G
Better follow me towards
C Em F G
Downtown What you see is what you get girl
Am Em F
Don’t ever forget girl
G
Ain’t seen nothing yet until you’re
Downtown
