First Time in Phoenix

[Verse 1]
They pulled up
In a chrome-ass saucer
Right over Van Buren
Like
"Hey
Is this the border?" (ey)
Big heads
Little chanclas on
One said
"Holmes
I'm hungry
We been floatin' way too long"
[Chorus]
First time in Phoenix
Where the tacos at? (orale)
They ain't find that secret spot
So they chillin' where we at
"Area what?" homie
Pass that salt and lime
Little green vatos tryna have a good time
First time in Phoenix
Get 'em faded on the block
Margarita in they hand
Spaceship double-parked
"Area who?" they don't care tonight
They just sippin'
They just dippin'
They just lovin' desert life (ay-ayy)
[Verse 2]
I said
"This ain't that base you want
But we got bass in the trunk
Ese" (uh)
Took 'em down to the carne asada
Smoke in the sky like another armada
One bit salsa
Eyes turned red
"Bro
We don't even need lasers
"
Is what one of 'em said (haha)
[Chorus]
First time in Phoenix
Where the tacos at? (right here)
They ain't find that secret spot
So they chillin' where we at
"Area what?" homie
Pass that salt and lime
Little green vatos tryna have a good time
First time in Phoenix
Get 'em faded on the block
Margarita in they hand
Spaceship double-parked
"Area who?" they don't care tonight
They just sippin'
They just dippin'
They just lovin' desert life (orale)
[Bridge]
They said
"Back home
We just probe and bounce" (gross)
I said
"Here we vibe
Carnal
We just kick it on the couch" (chill)
They traded ray guns
For a Styrofoam cup
Now they cruisin' down Central
Like they never goin' up (nah)
[Chorus]
First time in Phoenix
Where the tacos at?
They ain't find that secret spot
So they chillin' where we at
"Area what?" homie
Pass that salt and lime
Little green vatos tryna have a good time
First time in Phoenix
They ain't leavin'
That's a fact
Painted flames on the saucer
Got it low and sittin' back
"Area who?" they said
"Homes
We fine
As long as there's tacos
We ain't goin' back in time" (haha, orale)

Laid-back Chicano funk with hazy guitars, lazy West Coast swing drums, and warm bass. Male vocals, half-sung, half-stoned storytelling, ad-libs tucked behind the lead. Hook opens up with stacked, slightly off-kilter harmonies and big room reverb; verses stay drier and close to the mic. Sprinkle in organ stabs and low rider car FX between lines; keep the groove slow, sticky, and a little silly.