Opening Credits

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... 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 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 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 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 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 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 Drive through hop in parking lot practice Thou spit the verses if he begat this Lack this Most do, so toast to two Who have nuff actions to back this From the inner city blues to that cactus green We're gonna stur a bit of milk until we make it cream Full steam ahead we ahead of the curb It's Deen Witter Pop Life {who want the first serve} 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 Why you always gotta get chicks like on it Yeah man, all the niggaz do that... Yo... is that your moms, man Open the do' Yea, moms is knockin Shit Open this damn door, Deen Who lock this door That was you Nah, that was you Deen Lamont Witter Yea, ma Whatchu doin down there You drinkin gin and juice I'm 'bout to smoke this weed Nigga, put the weed away She might come down here.. Yeah nigga, don't be so fuckin scared Whatever You betta not be down there, smokin narcotic She drunk Takin them Ecstasys and Jalils Yo, yo moms say you do X Hell naw nigga, you crazy So what the fuck is Jalil S'all's good, she just like Whodini Whodini Uh, it's just Ecstasy, Miss Witter Who the fuck is that Maurice Naw, it's Jacob, Miss Witter Jacob Yeah Aw, Hail Mary, come with me Oh.. God.. What do we have here now Oh, she's drunk Y'all in there rappin, you still at it, huh She 'bout to talk college 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 ..It's actually, beef, Miss Witter Yo... Shut the fuck up, Maurice It's Jacob, Miss Witter Yo Not John, not Johnny, not Joe, Jacob What Oh I know your name, boy Now hold on, lemme tell you somethin I mean, you barely know me since the third grade Aw, you gotta stop.. 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