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Opening Credits
[Intro：Jacob 'Pop' Life]
Yo, I'm telling you man, we can do this man
It'll be easy! Come on man, it ain't a prison
It's a college dorm - an ALL-GIRLS college dorm
With two chicks in it who wanna give us some ass!
(What? Okay what bitch you wanna give me some...)
[Deen 'D' Witter]
Yeah, that's my man Jacob, we all call him Pop
For the longest we've been callin him Pop
Shit, I've never called P anything else but that
I heard he got the name from his addiction to poppin bubble wrap
Shoulda been 'cause he popped a LOTTA shit
(Man, you know what my moms would do if I let you
drag me into this shit and we get caught doin it?)
[Pop]
That's my nigga D - short for Deen
Known each other since Grade 4
and I've been cheatin off his homework since Grade 5
Yessir, best friends ever since then
I guess I'm the Yang to the nigga Yin
'cause I always take chances while he's always playin it safe
Yeah, we're different
But the differences seem to compliment everything we do
[Deen]
Yo, Deen Whitter paw, major investment
The first of a litter like a Georgetown mascot
And you Toto stuck in a basket
and momma made a man of bein stuck with a bastard
[Pop]
Ha~! Good Lord, I was alone in the womb
and so I came out too soon as a preemie
Just so you could see me
To be me is to be in the life of the jam
'Pop' Life y'all, that's who I am
[Deen]
Yessir, crown study it's that old boy grad (yea)
Got up out the hood, I want that dough boy bag
Me and P sign emerge and raise that index boss
Stay heavy like a brand new Chevy truck
[Pop]
What the fuck? I'm not a dreadlock Rasta
Just an asshole who crashed his brother's Mazda (while weeded!)
I proceeded to unjam the door
Limped to the drive-thru, ordered at number four
[Deen]
Drive through hop in parking lot practice
Thou spit the verses if he begat this
[Pop]
Lack this? Most do, so toast to two
who have nuff actions to back this
[Deen]
From the inner city blues to that cactus green
we're gonna stur a bit of milk until we make it cream
[Pop]
Full steam ahead we ahead of the curb
[Deen](Pop) {both}
It's Deen Witter (Pop Life) {WHO WANT THE FIRST SERVE?}
[Pop]
Yeah, that shit is crazy! Whoo!
Yo-yo the cuts can go right here! (Yeah yeah, that'll be hot)
This fuckin thing has Jam-Master Jay type cuts and shit (True true)
And yo, we should get like about three girls to sing on this shit!
[Deen]
Why you always gotta get chicks like on it?
[Pop]
Yeah man, all the niggaz do that- {*sound of door knocking*}
Yo... is that your moms, man?
[Ma Witter]
Open the do'!
[D]: Yea, moms is knockin
[P]: Shit!
[Ma]: Open this damn door, Deen!! Who lock this door?!
[D]: {*whispers*} That was you
[P]: Nah, that was you!
[Ma]: Deen Lamont Witter!
[D]: Yea, ma?
[Ma]: Whatchu doin down there? You drinkin gin and juice?
[P]: I'm 'bout to smoke this WEED!
[D]: Nigga, put the weed away! She might come down here..
[P]: Yeah nigga, don't be so fuckin scared!
[D]: Whatever
[Ma]: You betta not be down there, smokin narcotic
[D]: She drunk
[Ma]: Takin them Ecstasys and Jalils
[P]: Yo, yo moms say you do X?
[D]: Hell naw nigga, you crazy
[P]: So what the fuck is Jalil?!!
[D]: S'all's good, she just like Whodini
[P]: Whodini? {*speaks louder to Ma*} Uhh, it's just Ecstasy, Miss Witter
[Ma]: Who the fuck is that?!! Maurice?!
[P]: Naw, it's Jacob, Miss Witter
[Ma]: JACOB?!
[P]: Yeah!
[Ma]: AWWW HAIL MARY, COME WITH ME~!!
[D]: Oh.. God..
[Ma]: WHAT do we have here now?
[P]: Oh, she's drunk
[Ma]: Y'all in there rappin, you still at it, huh?
[D]: She 'bout to talk college
[Ma]: Two fools with a college education, what they say?
It was all a dream, wasn't it?!
I guess y'all two down there still sleep
I ain't squeeze yo' little ass out of me
so you go get shot over some East Coast/West Coast pork!
[P]: ..It's actually, BEEF, Miss Witter
[D]: Yo...
[Ma]: Shut the fuck up, Maurice!!
[P]: It's Jacob, Miss Witter
[D]: YO!!
[J]: Not John, not Johnny, not Joe, Jacob
[Ma]: WHAT?! Oh I know your name, boy!
Now hold on, lemme tell you somethin!
[P]: I mean, you barely know me since the third grade
[D]: Aw, you gotta stop..
[Ma]: Whatchu need to do, is go wrap ya ass around a job call
and DON'T LET GO!! Ya heard me? Now open this door, Deen!
OPEN THIS DOOR, DEEN!!
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