[Intro]
ShadyBeer Records
Yeah, uh
Pull up to the spot, sun setting low
Fire on the grill, speakers ready to blow


[Verse 1]
Arrived around nine with the trunk rattling hard
Cooler full of possibilities parked in the yard
Smoke rising up where my kinfolk gather round
That mesquite and propane symphony, that's our sound
Hydraulics kissing pavement when I pull to the curb
Every head turns synchronized, no need for words
Leather seats still warm from that boulevard cruise
Now I'm posted where the old heads share their news and views
Auntie flipping chicken, uncle arguing bout the game
Younger cousins running wild, we was once the same
This the type of night that turns into family lore
Where everybody eating good and still coming back for more


[Chorus]
ShadyBeer Records
We ain't gotta go nowhere, right here is everything
Plates piled high and the music make the fences swing
This that summertime eternal, this that blood is thick
This the West Coast blueprint, this the politics


[Verse 2]
Temperature dropping but the warmth ain't going nowhere
Grandmama holding court from her aluminum chair
She remember when this whole block was empty field
Now it's cookouts and laughter, now it's something real
I'm thinking bout how these moments compound interest
How this simple congregation somehow feels the deepest
No guest list, no velvet rope, no manufactured cool
Just showed up with what you got, that's the only rule
Lowrider parked sideways so everybody see
Chrome reflecting fairy lights strung tree to tree
Someone's playlist jumping decades without warning
We gon' probably still be here when we see the morning


[Chorus]
ShadyBeer Records
We ain't gotta go nowhere, right here is everything
Plates piled high and the music make the fences swing
This that summertime eternal, this that blood is thick
This the West Coast blueprint, this the politics


[Outro]
Yeah, these the nights we forget to document
Too busy living while the charcoal's being spent
ShadyBeer Records
West Coast forever, backyard clever
This how we do