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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool Moe Dee
Kool Moe Dee
Vocals
Grandmaster Caz
Grandmaster Caz
Vocals
Macklemore
Macklemore
Lead Vocals
Melle Mel
Melle Mel
Vocals
Ryan Lewis
Ryan Lewis
Bass
E. Nally
E. Nally
Vocals
D. Asplund
D. Asplund
Saxophone
Russell Leonce
Russell Leonce
Vocals
Maelu Strange
Maelu Strange
Vocals
Malaelupe Samifua
Malaelupe Samifua
Vocals
Owuor Arunga
Owuor Arunga
Trumpet
DeShe' Brooks
DeShe' Brooks
Vocals
Tanisha Brooks
Tanisha Brooks
Vocals
Jake One
Jake One
Programming
Aaron O'Neil
Aaron O'Neil
Drums
Ahamefule J. Oluo
Ahamefule J. Oluo
Trumpet
Gregory Kramer
Gregory Kramer
Trombone
Jason Chambliss
Jason Chambliss
Trumpet
Joshua Guralnick Karp
Joshua Guralnick Karp
Bass
Joshua Robert Rawlings
Joshua Robert Rawlings
Piano
Stephen Hogan
Stephen Hogan
Percussion
Tommy Swisher
Tommy Swisher
Keyboards
William Jones
William Jones
Trumpet
Xperience
Xperience
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Lewis
Ryan Lewis
Songwriter
Ben Haggerty
Ben Haggerty
Songwriter
E. Nally
E. Nally
Songwriter
D. Asplund
D. Asplund
Songwriter
Evan Flory-Barnes
Evan Flory-Barnes
Songwriter
Jacob Brian Dutton
Jacob Brian Dutton
Songwriter
Joshua Guralnick Karp
Joshua Guralnick Karp
Songwriter
Joshua Robert Rawlings
Joshua Robert Rawlings
Songwriter
T. Haggerty
T. Haggerty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave West
Dave West
Assistant Engineer
Geoff Ott
Geoff Ott
Assistant Engineer
Justin Armstrong
Justin Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Scott Cedarholm
Scott Cedarholm
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Nasci
Ryan Nasci
Mixing Engineer
Budo
Budo
Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Justin Long
Justin Long
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Lewis
Ryan Lewis
Producer
Stephen Hogan
Stephen Hogan
Engineer
Tommy Swisher
Tommy Swisher
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I went to the moped store, said, "Fuck it"
And salesman's 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"
Ooh, it's too real
Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal, I'm headed
[Verse 2]
Downtown, cruising through the alley
Tip-toeing in the street like ballet
Pulled up, moped to the valet
White walls 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'ma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband, dope
[Verse 3]
Killing the game, 'bout to catch a body
Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
Goddamn, man, everybody got Bugattis
But I'ma keep it hella 1987
Heading to 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 up on the concrete
[Verse 4]
My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather
But girl, we could still ride together (Oh)
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 derriere
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player
[Chorus]
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
She has her arms around your waist
With a balance that will keep her safe (Downtown)
Have you ever felt the warm embrace (Downtown)
Of a leather seat between your legs?
[Verse 5]
Hey, hey-ey-ey
Hey, hey-ey-ey
Hey, hey-ey-ey
Hey, hey-ey-ey
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 6]
Dope, cut the bullshit, get off my mullet
Stone washed, so raw, moped like a bullet (Oh)
B-ow you 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 on the back going tandem
'Cause I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick
Whole downtown yelling out, "Who that is?"
[Verse 7]
It's me, the M, the A-C, the K
Sounding like a French pimp from back in the day
I take her to Pend Oreille and I water skate
I mean, water ski, ollie, ollie, oxen free (Oh)
I'm perusing down Fourth and they watching me
I do a headstand, the 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?
[Verse 8]
I got one girl, I got two wheels
She a big girl, but ain't a big deal
I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy
Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet
Running around the whole town
Neighbors yelling at me like, "You need to slow down"
"Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck out
Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down"
[Verse 9]
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
[Chorus]
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
Downtown, downtown
She has her arms around your waist
With a balance that will keep her safe
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
Of a leather seat between your legs?
[Chorus]
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 (Oh)
[Outro]
You don't want no beef, boy (Oh)
Know I run the streets, boy (Oh)
Better follow me towards downtown (Oh)
What you see is what you get, girl (Oh, oh)
Don't ever forget, girl (Oh)
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're downtown (Oh, oh)
Written by: Joshua Robert Rawlings, Eric Sean Nally, Ryan Lewis, Joshua Guralnick Karp, Ben Haggerty, Tim Schott Haggerty, Evan Flory-Barnes, Jacob Brian Dutton, Darian James Asplund
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