Plastic Cup Chronicles

Yeah, yeah West Coast rollin' Pour it up in the plastic cups (hahaha)

Fill the plastic cups up,

we toastin' to the sky

Keep the glass away,

we let the summer breeze fly

(yeah) West Coast swing,

lean back and let it ride

No drama in the driveway,

just the family outside

Sun-drenched asphalt, the block is lookin' clean We parking up the chevys,

livin' out the dream No glass allowed around the pool,

safety is the rule We raise the plastic cups,

keeping everything cool (uh-huh) Just a street story of a summer afternoon

Hearing G-funk melodies underneath the moon

Fill the plastic cups up,

we toastin' to the sky

Keep the glass away,

we let the summer breeze fly

(yeah) West Coast swing,

lean back and let it ride

No drama in the driveway,

just the family outside

We don't need the crystal,

we don't need the stress Simple red cups make the party look

the best Ice in the cooler,

music on the breeze Laughter in the shade under the palm trees

(that's right) Just a classic day,

celebrating what we built

With a smooth rhythm that'll never,

ever tilt

Yeah, keep it rollin' Raise them plastic cups up high (toast to

that) No glass breaks today Just good vibes on the West Coast

(ooh yeah)