| I went to the moped store and said «Fuck it»
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| Salesman’s like «What up, what’s your budget?»
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| And I’m like «Honestly, I don’t know nothing 'bout mopeds»
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| He said «I got the one for you, follow me»
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| Woohoo, it’s too real
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| Chromed out mirror, I don’t need a windshield
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| Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
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| Eight hundred cash, that’s a hell of a deal
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| I’m headed downtown, cruising through the alley
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| Tip-toeing in the street like ballet
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| Pulled up, moped to the valet
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| White walls on the wheels like mayonnaise
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| Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels
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| Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank
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| And a bad little mama with her ass in my face
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| I’m gonna lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
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| Snuck her in the backstage, you don’t need a wristband
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| Dope, killing the game, 'bout to catch a body
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| Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati
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| Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
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| Goddamn, man, everybody got Bugattis
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| I wanna keep it hella 1987
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| Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki
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| I’m stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the Wasabi
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| I’m so low that my vag is almost dragging up on the concrete
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| My seat is leather, alright, I’m lying, it’s pleather
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| But girl, we could still ride together
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| You don’t need an Uber, you don’t need a cab
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| Fuck a bus pass, you got a moped man
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| She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair
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| Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
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| Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
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| Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player
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| Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
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| Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
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| She has her arms around your waist
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| With a balance that will keep her safe
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| (Downtown)
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| Have you ever felt the warm embrace
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| (Downtown)
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| Of a leather seat between your legs
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| Downtown
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| You don’t want no beef, boy
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| Know I run the streets, boy
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| Better follow me towards
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| Downtown
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| What you see is what you get, girl
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| Don’t ever forget, girl
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| Ain’t seen nothing yet until you’re
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| Downtown
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| Dope
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| Cut the bullshit, get off my mullet
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| Stone washed, so raw, moped like a bulletyee-ow, you can’t catch me
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| A po-po can’t reprimand me
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| I’m in a B-Boy stance, I’m not dancing
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| I got your girl on the back going tandem
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| Cause I’m too damn quick, I’m too damn slick
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| Whole downtown yelling out «Who that is?»
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| It’s me, the B, the I-L, the L
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| Sounding like a French pimp from back in the day
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| I take her to Pend Oreille and I water skate
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| I mean, water ski, ollie, ollie, oxen free
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| I’m perusing down Fourth and they watching me
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| I do a handstand, the eagle lands on my seat
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| Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain’t free
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| Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me?
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| I got one girl, I got two wheels
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| She a big girl, but ain’t a big deal
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| I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy
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| Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet
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| Running around the whole town
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| Neighbors yelling at me like, «You need to slow down»
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| «Going thirty-eight, damn, chill the fuck out
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| Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down»
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| If I only had one helmet, I would give it to you, give it to you
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| Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view
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| There’s layers to this shit, player, tiramisu, tiramisu
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| Let my coat-tail drag but I ain’t tearing my suit, tearing my suit
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| Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
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| Downtown, downtown
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| She has her arms around your waist
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| With a balance that will keep her safe
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| Have you ever felt the warm embrace
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| (Downtown)
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| Of a leather seat between your legs
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| Downtown
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| You don’t want no beef, boy
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| Know I run the streets, boy
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| Better follow me towards
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| Downtown
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| What you see is what you get, girl
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| Don’t ever forget, girl
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| Ain’t seen nothing yet till you’re
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| Downtown |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Downtown, artist - Macklemore. Album song This Unruly Mess I've Made, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп