Puff Beaddy
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"What's Up Neighbour?" — a multicultural block-party sitcom in a song. Beaddy West narrates a street where everyone's in everyone's business and secretly loves it. Comedy punches sideways and up (the narrator is the biggest mess), never down. Cast: Beaddy West (loveable disaster), Ree-Cardo (the most vocal neighbour, opinion on everything, soft heart), Sultry Lady (the fragile romance), and the Pamily next door (the warm Filipino family who are the HEART of the block — best food, biggest hearts, dissolve every feud with a plate). 3 versions: V1 Block Party (main), V2 The HOA Meeting (storyline), V3 Porch Light (tender late-night). 6 productions: Front Stoop Funk / Stoop Riddim (reggae) / West Coast Cul-de-Sac (G-funk, the "Beaddy West" gag) / Calle Ree-Cardo (cumbia) / The Pamily Anthem (OPM love-letter, played warm) / Back Porch Lo-Fi. Tone reframed from the "semi racist" brief into affectionate comedy: no slurs, ethnic texture is celebration (lechon/lumpia/karaoke/hospitality), the family- next-door are the heroes. Copyright gates passed. Brief from Tee (2026-06-09). Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 4.8 (1M context) <noreply@anthropic.com>
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What's Up Neighbour? — Lyrics (Version 2: The HOA Meeting)
Artist: Beaddy West Track: What's Up Neighbour? (V2 — the storyline remix) Length target: 3:20–3:50
TITLE: What's Up Neighbour? (HOA Meeting)
ARTIST: Beaddy West
[INTRO — folding chairs scraping, gavel taps a coffee mug, ~8 bars]
(Order, order — Ree-Cardo callin' the meeting to order…)
(Beaddy, you're late. — what's up, neighbour…)
[HOOK]
What's up, neighbour? (point of order!)
Ree-Cardo got the floor and he won't give it back, what's up
Whole block packed in a garage, paper cups
Puck it — somebody brought lumpia, what's up
(What's up, neighbour? What's up, neighbour?)
[VERSE 1 — Beaddy West]
Tuesday night, HOA, in Ree-Cardo's garage,
agenda item one: "Beaddy's lawn — a mirage."
Item two: my mailbox "lean three degrees east,"
item three: the raccoon (yeah, that story won't cease).
He got slides. He got a LASER pointer, my guy,
chart of my recycling sins since July.
Sultry Lady in the back row tryna hide a little grin —
oh, she enjoyin' this, watchin' me take it on the chin.
I stand up like "objection, my fence is just RUSTIC,"
Ree-Cardo say "rustic is French for you don't dust it."
The garage lost it. Even I had to laugh —
the man roast me clean and then halve my path.
[HOOK]
What's up, neighbour? (point of order!)
Ree-Cardo got the floor and he won't give it back, what's up
Whole block packed in a garage, paper cups
Puck it — somebody brought lumpia, what's up
[VERSE 2 — Beaddy West]
Then the Pamily roll in twenty minutes deep,
"sorry, sorry, we bring food, don't lose sleep!"
Trays on the workbench — now it's a PARTY not a court,
tito plug the speaker in, motion's cut short.
Ree-Cardo tryna finish his anti-Beaddy decree,
lola hand him a plate — "eat first, then complain, hokay?"
He sat DOWN. He ate. The whole agenda dissolved
in garlic rice and a feud nobody resolved.
Sultry Lady slide me a plate, didn't say a word,
just a look like "you're a mess… but you're OUR mess," I heard.
The meeting adjourned to a karaoke fight —
Ree-Cardo did a power ballad, killed it, by the way, alright.
[BRIDGE — the truce]
See the agenda was never 'bout the lawn or the lean,
it's the only excuse we got to convene.
Nobody here actually wanna be alone,
the HOA's just a love language with a passive-aggressive tone.
Ree-Cardo memorize my flaws 'cause he memorize ME,
that's a man payin' ATTENTION, that's family, see.
So fine the fence, fine the bins, fine the raccoon thing too —
long as next Tuesday everybody come through.
[HOOK — everyone]
What's up, neighbour? (motion to ADJOURN to the grill!)
All in favor say lumpia, what's up
Whole block packed in a garage, paper cups
Puck it — pass the plate down, neighbour, what's up
(What's up, neighbour? What's up, neighbour?)
[OUTRO]
(Meeting adjourned — Ree-Cardo, sing us out, man—)
("Let me TELL you what's up…" *mic feedback* *applause*)
What's up, neighbour… same time next week?
…puck it. Bring a chair.