Downtown (feat. Melle Mel, Grandmaster Caz, Kool Moe Dee & Eric Nally)

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
 Have you ever felt the warm embrace
 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