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." Oh 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 Dally Pulled up, moped to the valley 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 own a Ducati Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman God damn 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 [Clean version:] I'm so low that my cajones almost dragging on the concrete [Explicit version:] I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging 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 could keep us safe (downtown) Have you ever felt the warm embrace (downtown) Of the 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 (peeyow!) It 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 Because 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 Stunting like a French pimp from back in the day I take her to Pend Oreille and I watch her skate I mean, water ski, ollie ollie oxen free I'm perusing down fourth and they watching me I do a handstand, an 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 us safe (downtown) Have you ever felt the warm embrace (downtown) Of the 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 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)