Beef Between Grandmaster Caz & Big Bank Hank

Lyrics

I went to the Moped shop, said fuck information technology Salesman's like what up, what's your upkeep? And I'thousand like honestly, I don't know nothing about Mopeds He said I got the i for y'all, follow me Ooh, information technology'southward too real Chromed out mirror, I don't demand a windshield Assistant seat, a canopy on 2 wheels Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal I'one thousand headed downtown, cruising through the alley Tip-toeing in the street like Coquet Pulled upwardly, moped to the valley Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise Dope, my crew is ill, and all nosotros need is ii good wheels Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank And a bad petty mama with her ass in my face up 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, 'tour to catch a body Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman God damn, homo, everybody got Bugattis Simply I'ma keep it hella nineteen eighty seven Caput into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki I'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, laissez passer the Wasabi I'1000 and 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 yet ride together Yous don't need a Uber, you don't need a cab Fuck a bus pass, you lot got a Moped man She got nineteen eighty eight Mariah Carey hair Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere Throwing upwardly the West Side every bit nosotros tear in the air Stop by Pike Identify, throwing fish to a player Downtown, downtown (downtown) Downtown, downtown (downtown) She has her artillery around your waist With a residue that will keep her safety (Downtown) Have y'all ever felt the warm comprehend (Downtown) Of the leather seat between your legs (Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey) (Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey) Downtown Y'all don't want no beef, boy Know I run the streets, boy Ameliorate follow me towards Downtown What you run across is what y'all go girl Don't ever forget girl Own't seen nothing yet until you're Downtown Dope Cut the bullshit Become off my mullet Rock washed, and so raw Moped like a bullet You lot can't catch me A po-po tin't reprimand me I'm in a B-Male child stance, I'thousand non dancing I got your girl on the dorsum going tandem 'Cause I'thousand too damn quick, I'g too damn slick Whole downtown yelling out who that is? It's me, the M, the A-C, the Grand Sounding similar a French pimp from back in the 24-hour interval I accept her to Pend Oreille and I watch her skate I mean, water ski, ollie ollie oxen free I'thou perusing down 4th and they watching me I practice a handstand, the eagle lands on my seat Well hello, merely baby, the kickstand ain't costless Now do yous or do you not wanna ride with me I got one girl, I got two wheels She a big girl, that own't a big bargain I like a big daughter, I like 'em sassy Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet Running around the whole town Neighbors yelling at me like, you need to ho-hum down Going xxx-8, Dan, chill the fuck out Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell downwards If I only had ane helmet I would give it to you lot, give it to you lot Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view At that place's layers to this shit player, tiramisu, tiramisu Allow 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 volition keep her safe Take you lot ever felt the warm encompass Of the leather seat between your legs Downtown You don't desire no beef, boy Know I run the streets, boy Better follow me towards Downtown What you see is what you become girl Don't ever forget girl Ain't seen nil yet until you're Downtown Y'all don't want no beefiness, boy Know I run the streets, boy Amend follow me towards Downtown What you see is what you go girl Don't ever forget girl Ain't seen nil yet until you're Downtown

BEN HAGGERTY, DARIAN ASPLUND, ERIC NALLY, EVAN FLORY-BARNES, JACOB DUTTON, JOSHUA KARP, JOSHUA RAWLINGS, RYAN LEWIS, TIM HAGGERTY

Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

This track is on the 5 post-obit albums: