# What's Up Neighbour? — Lyrics (Version 1: Block Party)

**Artist:** Beaddy West
**Track:** What's Up Neighbour? (V1 — the main cut)
**Length target:** 3:10–3:40

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TITLE: What's Up Neighbour?
ARTIST: Beaddy West

[INTRO — screen door creak, lawnmower idling, ~8 bars]
(What's up, neighbour?)
(Ay — Ree-Cardo, put the leaf-blower down, man…)

[HOOK]
What's up, neighbour? (what's up, what's up?)
Curtain twitchin', here come the judgment, what's up
Whole block fam, even when we cussed up
Puck it — pull a chair up, neighbour, what's up
(What's up, neighbour? What's up, neighbour?)

[VERSE 1 — Beaddy West]
I'm the worst one here, let's be honest from the jump,
Park crooked, blast the bass, leave the bins on the stump.
But Ree-Cardo got a clipboard and a opinion on it ALL —
the weather, my fence, the league, and the mall.
"You water at noon? That's a CRIME," he decree,
got a take on my taxes and my family tree.
He don't garden, he SUPERVISES the street,
mayor of the cul-de-sac that never asked for a seat.
I say what's up, Ree — he say "let me TELL you what's up,"
forty minutes on recycling 'fore I finish my cup.
But the man shovel my drive when the snow get deep —
loud as a siren, heart soft as a sheep.

[HOOK]
What's up, neighbour? (what's up, what's up?)
Curtain twitchin', here come the judgment, what's up
Whole block fam, even when we cussed up
Puck it — pull a chair up, neighbour, what's up

[VERSE 2 — Beaddy West]
Now Sultry Lady moved in number twenty-two,
slow wave on the porch like the morning dew.
Just when she started to LIKE me — I swear it was real,
she caught me in pajamas chasin' a raccoon with a peel.
3 a.m., flashlight, one slipper, no shame,
she shut the blind slow, like — "and I knew your name."
Puck it. The romance a casualty of the block,
but she still take my parcels and she still set my clock.
One day I'll fix it with a casserole and a song —
'til then I just wave and pretend nothin' wrong.
What's up, Sultry Lady? (she say "…hey.")
Progress. I'll take the one-syllable, okay.

[BRIDGE — the Pamily next door rises up, karaoke swell]
But the heart of this whole block is the house with the lights —
the Pamily next door, every weekend, all night.
Lola on the karaoke, tito on the grill,
lechon in the yard got the whole street ill.
They invite EVERYBODY — me, Ree, Sultry too,
"come, come, eat na, there's enough, there's a few!"
(There's never "a few" — there's a FEAST for a town)
that's the love that hold this cul-de-sac down.
Pinoy party rules: you leave with a plate,
auntie pack you leftovers, won't take a debate.
So puck the petty beefs, puck the fence-line war —
when the Pamily say come, ain't nobody keep score.

[HOOK — full block sings]
What's up, neighbour? (what's up, what's up?)
Curtain twitchin', but we share when the plate fill up
Whole block fam, even when we cussed up
Puck it — pull a chair up, neighbour, what's up
(What's up, neighbour? What's up, neighbour?)

[OUTRO — party fades, crickets, screen door]
(Plate's ready, Beaddy! — comin', auntie, comin'…)
What's up, neighbour…
(Ree-Cardo, you want the white meat? — "let me TELL you what I want…")
…puck it. Pull a chair up.
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