Downtown (Clean) Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (Ft. Eric Nally, Grandmaster Caz, Grandmaster Melle Mel & Kool Moe Dee)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I went to the moped store with shoppers
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

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

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
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 cajones almost dragging up on the concrete
My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather
But girl, we could still ride together
You don't need an Uber, you don't need a cab
Forget a bus pass, you got a moped man
She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derrière
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player