Paroles de 'Downtown (feat. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Kool Moe Dee, Grandmaster Caz & Eric Nally)' par Melle Mel

I went to the moped store, said: Fuck it
Salesman's like: What's 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, 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'm a 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'm a 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
I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging on the concrete
My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleater
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 derrière
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stopping 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 in the back, doing 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's a big girl, but ain't a big deal
I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy
Going down the backstreet, listening to Backstreet

Running around the whole town
Neighbors yelling at me like: You need to slow down
Going thirty-eight, damn, 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
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
(Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
Of the leather seat between your legs
(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)