Macklemore - Downtown lyrics
Macklemore - Downtown lyrics I went to the moped store with shoppers Salesman 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 But on a seat, how can it be 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 [Verse 2] Killing the game 'bout to catch a body Passed the Harley, Dukie own a Ducati Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman Go...