Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Downtown, artist - Kidz Bop Kids. Album song KIDZ BOP Non Stop Pop, in the genre Детская музыка со всего мира
Date of issue: 29.03.2017
Record label: Kidz Bop, New Razor & Tie Enterprises
Song language: English
Downtown |
I went to the moped store and said «Fuck it» |
Salesman’s like «What up, what’s your budget?» |
And I’m like «Honestly, I don’t know nothing 'bout mopeds» |
He said «I got the one for you, follow me» |
Woohoo, 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 |
White walls 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’m gonna lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat |
Snuck her in the 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 |
I wanna 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 vag is almost dragging up on the concrete |
My seat is leather, alright, I’m lying, it’s pleather |
But girl, we could still ride together |
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 will 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 |
Dope |
Cut the bullshit, get off my mullet |
Stone washed, so raw, moped like a bulletyee-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 B, the I-L, the L |
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 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, 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, damn, 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 will keep her safe |
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 till you’re |
Downtown |