[Verse 1] West side, Waianae breeze coconut crowns, that orange sky bleed convoys crawl by the shoreline rust on the chrome, still shine, still proud Kids in the dirt lot racing RC dreams baby on the hip, auntie laugh, he scream classic trucks parked crooked in the sand classic man stance with a plate in his hand (yeah) [Chorus] This that west side sundown brown skin, barefoot on the playground make playgrounds great again, hear the keiki sound running through the dust where we hold it down This that west side sundown Oahu in my blood, can’t take my crown from the coconut trees to the old ghost town we the ones still singing when the lights go down (hey) [Verse 2] Loudspeakers tied to the roof rack reggae on repeat, let it loop back nature in the backdrop, sea so blue but the streets raise you before the school do A few lost souls on the corner, cold eyes selling short stories and long goodbyes I pray for ’em under that sinking sun while the kids chase waves, just being young (ooh) [Chorus] This that west side sundown brown skin, barefoot on the playground make playgrounds great again, hear the keiki sound running through the dust where we hold it down This that west side sundown Oahu in my blood, can’t take my crown from the coconut trees to the old ghost town we the ones still singing when the lights go down [Bridge] From the reef to the backstreets, same heart beat love in the struggle, still find that sweet I’m a classic man with the window rolled low watch the sunset paint every pothole gold (yeah, yeah) [Chorus] This that west side sundown brown skin, barefoot on the playground make playgrounds great again, hear the keiki sound running through the dust where we hold it down This that west side sundown Oahu in my blood, can’t take my crown from the coconut trees to the old ghost town we the ones still singing when the lights go down

rap, Bouncy reggae-rap groove, swung drums and warm sub, skanky offbeat guitar and thick organ stabs. Male vocals with a laid-back swagger; verses half-rapped, half-sung. Big melodic hook on the chorus with stacked harmonies and airy pads, loudspeaker-style ad-libs hyping the crowd. Final chorus rides out over filtered drums and echo-drenched vocal chops., reggae, classic

West Side Sundown