MACKLEMORE AND RYAN LEWIS - Downtown

This single was released on 27 August 2015.
I enjoyed the message and the lyrics of this song more than the production. The sound effects felt pretty good, but the song itself in a whole felt a bit empty to me. The raps were good, it had the right amount of power and clarity that made it really interesting to listen. The hooks were pretty good as well.
SongRating: 8.5/10

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Scale: F Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 110
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU

[INTRO] Bbm
[VERSE]
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I went to the Moped store, 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 about Mopeds"
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He said "I got the one for you, follow me"
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Ooh, 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
Bbm
Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal

[PRE-CHORUS]
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I'm headed Downtown, cruising through the alley
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Tip-toeing in the street like Dally
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Pulled up, moped to the valet
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Whitewalls 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'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
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Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband
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Dope

[VERSE]
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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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God damn, man, everybody got Bugattis
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But I'mma 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 scrotum's 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 a 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

[CHORUS]
C#
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
C#
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
    F#                         Bbm
She has her arms around your waist
          F#              Ab
With a balance that will keep her safe
C#
(Downtown)
          F#
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
Bbm
(Downtown)
          F#             Ab
Of the leather seat between your legs
C#
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
F#               Bbm       F#
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
C#
Downtown
F#                   Ab
You don't want no beef, boy
Bbm                    F#
Know I run the streets, boy
               Ab
Better follow me towards
C#
Downtown
         F#
What you see is what you get girl
Bbm
Don't ever forget girl
 F#                Ab
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
C#
Downtown

[CHORUS]
Bbm
Dope
Bbm
Cut the bullshit
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Get off my mullet
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Stone washed, so raw
Bbm
Moped like a bullet
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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?"

[VERSE]
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It's me, the M, the A-C, the K
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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 watch her 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, that 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, Dan, 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

[CHORUS]
C#
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
C#
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
    F#                         Bbm
She has her arms around your waist
          F#              Ab
With a balance that will keep her safe
C#
(Downtown)
          F#
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
Bbm
(Downtown)
          F#             Ab
Of the leather seat between your legs
C#
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
F#               Bbm       F#
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
C#
Downtown
F#                   Ab
You don't want no beef, boy
Bbm                    F#
Know I run the streets, boy
               Ab
Better follow me towards
C#
Downtown
         F#
What you see is what you get girl
Bbm
Don't ever forget girl
 F#                Ab
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
C#
Downtown

F#                   Ab
You don't want no beef, boy
Bbm                    F#
Know I run the streets, boy
               Ab
Better follow me towards
C#
Downtown
         F#
What you see is what you get girl
Bbm
Don't ever forget girl
 F#                Ab
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
C#
Downtown
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