Downtown

	  		




Am 
I went to the moped store said fuck it 
C                   G 
Salesman like "What up, what's your budget?" 
        Am 
And I'm like "Honestly, I don't know nothing about mopeds" 
C                  G 
He said "I got the one for you, follow me" 
Am 
Oh it's too real 

C                   G 
Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield 
Am 
But on a seat, how can it be on two wheels 
C                   G 
Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal 
           Am 
I'm headed Downtown, cruising through the alley 
C                  G 
Tip-toeing in the street like Dally 
Am 
Pulled up, moped to the valley 
C                 G 
Whitewalls on the wheels like (mayonnaise) 
Am                    C                  G 
Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels 
    Am 
Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank 
      C                        G 
And a bad little mama with her ass in my face 
Am 
I'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, (Kitâ?�Kat) 
C                       G 
Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband 

Dope 


Am 
Killing the game 'bout to catch a body 
C                  G 
Passed the Harley, Dukie own a Ducati 
Am                               C 
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman 
              G 
God damn man, everybody got Bugattis 
Am 
But I'mma keep it hella 1987 
                                    C                   G 
Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki 
Am 
I'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the wasabi 
C                  G 
I'm so low that my scrotums almost dragging on the concrete 
Am 
My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather 
C                        G 
But girl, we could still ride together 
Am 
You don't need an Uber, you don't need a cab 
C                          G 
fuck a bus pass, you got a moped man 
        Am 
She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair 
C                    G 
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere 
         Am 
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air 
            C                    G 
Stopping by pipe place, throwing fish to a player 


C 
Downtown, downtown (Downtown) 
C                   C 
Downtown, downtown (Downtown) 
Em  F                     G     Am 
She has her arms around your waist 
Em F                         G 
   With a balance that could keep us safe 
C Em   F                      G      Am 
  Have you ever felt the warm embrace 
Em F                   G             C     Em F G Am Em F G 
   Of the leather seat between your legs 
C       Em F                       G 
Downtown   You don't want no beef, boy 
Am             Em       F 
Know I run the streets, boy 
                 G 
Better follow me towards 
C        Em       F                   G 
Downtown What you see is what you get girl 
Am         Em     F 
Don't ever forget girl 
G 
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're 

Downtown 



Dope 
Am 
Cut the bull 
Get off my mullet 
      C 
Stone washed, so raw 
             G 
Moped like a bullet 
Am 
 It can't catch me 
  C                G 
A po-po can't reprimand me
         Am 
I'm in a Bâ?�Boy stance, I'm not dancing 
           C                      G 
I got your girl in the back doing tandem 
            Am 
Because I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick 
      C                     G 
Whole downtown yelling out "who that is?" 


     Am 
It's me, the M the A-C the K
 C                               G 
Stunting like a French pimp from back in the day 
               Am 
I take her to (Pend Oreille) and I watch her skate 
        C                      G 
I mean, water ski, ollie ollie oxen free 
    Am 
I'm perusing down fourth and they watching me 
        C                        G 
I do a handstand, an eagle lands on my seat 
     Am 
Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain't free 
            C                  G 
Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me 
      Am 
I got one girl, I got two wheels 
      C                    G 
She a big girl but ain't a big deal 
         Am 
I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy 
               C                       G 
Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet 
Am 
 Running around the whole town 
C                              G 
Neighbors yelling at me like, "you need to slow down" 
      Am 
Going thirty-eight, damn, chill yourself out 
C                              G 
Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down 
     Am                                     C               G 
If I only had one helmet I would give it to you, give it to you 
Am                                             C               G 
Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view 
        Am                               C         G 
There's layers to this ish player, Tiramisu, Tiramisu 
       Am                                    C                G 
Let my coat-tail drag but I ain't tearing my suit, tearing my suit 


 
C        Em F                  G 
Downtown,   downtown (Downtown) 
Am       Em F  G   C 
Downtown,   Downtown
Em  F                     G     Am 
She has her arms around your waist 
Em F                         G 
   With a balance that could keep us safe 
C Em   F                      G      Am 
  Have you ever felt the warm embrace 
Em F                   G             C     Em F G Am Em F G 
   Of the leather seat between your legs 
C       Em F                       G 
Downtown   You don't want no beef, boy 
Am             Em       F 
Know I run the streets, boy 
                 G 
Better follow me towards 
C        Em       F                   G 
Downtown What you see is what you get girl 
Am         Em     F 
Don't ever forget girl 
G 
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're 
Downtown