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Lirik Lagu dan Chord Gitar Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Downtown

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I went to the moped store said fuck it

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


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


Dope


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



(CHORUS)

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



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


(CHORUS)

  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

Downtown