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[Verse 1: Macklemore]

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


[Interlude 1: Grandmaster Caz, Kool Moe Dee & Melle Mel]

           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, (Kit-Kat)
C                       G
Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband

Dope


[Verse 2: Macklemore]

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 scrotum's 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


[Hook: Eric Nally]

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


[Interlude 2: Grandmaster Caz, Kool Moe Dee & Melle Mel]

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 B-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?"


[Verse 3: Macklemore]

     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, Dan, chill the fuck 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


[Hook: Eric Nally]

C        Em F                  G
Downtown,   downtown (Downtown)
Am       Em F  G   C
Downtown,   down - town
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