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.
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.
Scale: F Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 110 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU [INTRO] Bbm [VERSE] Bbm I went to the Moped store, said "Fuck it" Bbm Salesman's like "What up, what's your budget?" Bbm And I'm like "Honestly, I don't know nothing about Mopeds" Bbm He said "I got the one for you, follow me" Bbm Ooh, it's too real Bbm Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield Bbm Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels Bbm Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal [PRE-CHORUS] Bbm I'm headed Downtown, cruising through the alley Bbm Tip-toeing in the street like Dally Bbm Pulled up, moped to the valet Bbm Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise Bbm Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels Bbm Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank Bbm And a bad little mama with her ass in my face Bbm I'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat Bbm Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband Bbm Dope [VERSE] Bbm Killing the game, 'bout to catch a body Bbm Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati Bbm Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman Bbm God damn, man, everybody got Bugattis Bbm But I'mma keep it hella 1987 Bbm Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki Bbm I'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the Wasabi Bbm I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging up on the concrete Bbm My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather Bbm But girl, we could still ride together Bbm You don't need a Uber, you don't need a cab Bbm Fuck a bus pass, you got a Moped man Bbm She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair Bbm Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere Bbm Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air Bbm 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 Bbm Get off my mullet Bbm Stone washed, so raw Bbm Moped like a bullet Bbm You can't catch me Bbm A po-po can't reprimand me Bbm I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancing Bbm I got your girl on the back going tandem Bbm Cause I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick Bbm Whole downtown yelling out "Who that is?" [VERSE] Bbm It's me, the M, the A-C, the K Bbm Sounding like a French pimp from back in the day Bbm I take her to Pend Oreille and I watch her skate Bbm I mean, water ski, ollie ollie oxen free Bbm I'm perusing down fourth and they watching me Bbm I do a handstand, the eagle lands on my seat Bbm Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain't free Bbm Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me Bbm I got one girl, I got two wheels Bbm She a big girl, that ain't a big deal Bbm I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy Bbm Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet Bbm Running around the whole town Bbm Neighbors yelling at me like, "You need to slow down" Bbm "Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck out Bbm Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down" Bbm If I only had one helmet I would give it to you, give it to you Bbm Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view Bbm There's layers to this shit player, tiramisu, tiramisu Bbm 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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