Think of it as 80s hip hop.. Melle Mel wrote and produced the song, and he produced Grandmaster Flash's work in the 80s. The chorus though is pretty pop influenced.
@@DJTMusic i dont know much about hip hop, but I do know the older stuff has a WAY better sound than todays. I know hip hop is lyric based music but damn... The people making most of it today cant do more than lame hi hats and bass drops. Then... You hear this.... This song here.... Is insane.....
I went to the moped store, said "Fuck it" 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... Downtown, cruising through the alley Tip-toeing in the street like ballet Pulled up, moped to the valet 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'mma 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 on the Ducati Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman Goddamn, man, everybody got Bugattis But I'mma 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 up on the concrete 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 Downtown, downtown (Downtown) Downtown, downtown (Downtown) She has her arms around your waist With a balance that could keep her safe (Downtown) Have you ever felt the warm embrace (Downtown) Of a 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, oh, yee-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?" 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 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? 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" 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 her safe (Downtown) Have you ever felt the warm embrace (Downtown) Of a 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
Insane that this is a hip hop song... Like wow....
Think of it as 80s hip hop.. Melle Mel wrote and produced the song, and he produced Grandmaster Flash's work in the 80s. The chorus though is pretty pop influenced.
@@DJTMusic i dont know much about hip hop, but I do know the older stuff has a WAY better sound than todays. I know hip hop is lyric based music but damn... The people making most of it today cant do more than lame hi hats and bass drops. Then... You hear this.... This song here.... Is insane.....
@vkermodekumav8949 Certainly many many great hip hop acts. Some "underground" of course
Now this is 24K gold
This is amazing!
O R G A S M I C
Best version for this song so far
Perfect to freestyle over thanks 👍
Baseline go crazy
wonderful
Perfect 👌👍👏😊
Love to use this in a video! Is that possible?
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This Song Sounds Like It Came Out In 05
Wow! This is awesome!
Can I use it in a video? I'll leave the link to your video in my description box.
:)
No worries cheers
@@DJTMusic Thank you! 😊
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Beatdrop 0:26
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I went to the moped store, said "Fuck it"
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...
Downtown, cruising through the alley
Tip-toeing in the street like ballet
Pulled up, moped to the valet
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'mma 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 on the Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
Goddamn, man, everybody got Bugattis
But I'mma 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 up on the concrete
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
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
Downtown, downtown (Downtown)
She has her arms around your waist
With a balance that could keep her safe
(Downtown)
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
(Downtown)
Of a 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, oh, yee-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?"
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
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?
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"
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 her safe
(Downtown)
Have you ever felt the warm embrace
(Downtown)
Of a 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
Digusting noise.annoying.
You're annoying
???
🤓
Imagine having horrible taste in music like you 😂
Complete Opposite 😂
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