[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 b*tch 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
sh*t, 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 sh*t
(Man, you know what my moms would do if I let you
Drag me into this sh*t and we get caught doin it?)
[Pop]
That's my n*gga 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 n*gga Yin
Cause I always take chances while he's always playing it safe
Yeah, we're different
But the differences seem to compliment everything we do
[Deen]
Yo, Deen Whitter y'all, majored in investment
The first of a litter like a Georgetown mascot
And you Toto stuck in a basket
And momma made a man of being stuck with a bast*rd
[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 f*ck? I'm not a dreadlock Rasta
Just an as*h*le 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]
It's Deen Witter (Pop Life) (who want the first serve?)
[Pop]
Yeah, that sh*t is crazy! Whoo!
Yo-yo the cuts can go right here! (Yeah yeah, that'll be hot)
This f*ckin thing has Jam-Master Jay type cuts and sh*t (True true)
And yo, we should get like about three girls to sing on this sh*t!
[Deen]
Why you always gotta get chicks like on it?
[Pop]
Yeah man, all the n*ggas do that-
Yo... is that your moms, man?
[Lenore Agnes Witter]
Open the do'!
[Deen]: Yea, moms is knockin
[Pop]: sh*t!
[Ma Witter]: Open this damn door, Deen! Who lock this door?!
[Deen]: That was you
[Pop]: Nah, that was you!
[Ma Witter]: Deen Lamont Witter!
[Deen]: Yea, ma?
[Ma Witter]: Whatchu doin down there? You drinkin gin and juice?
[Pop]: I'm 'bout to smoke this weed!
[Deen]: n*gga, put the weed away! She might come down here..
[Pop]: Yeah n*gga, don't be so f*ckin scared!
[Deen]: Whatever
[Ma Witter]: You betta not be down there, smokin narcotic
[Deen]: She drunk
[Ma Witter]: Takin them Ecstasys and Jalils
[Pop]: Yo, yo moms say you do X?
[Deen]: Hell naw n*gga, you crazy
[Pop]: So what the f*ck is Jalil?!!
[Deen]: S'all's good, she just like Whodini
[Pop]: (Whodini?) Uhh, it's just Ecstasy, Miss Witter
[Ma Witter]: Who the f*ck is that?! Maurice?!
[Pop]: Naw, it's Jacob, Miss Witter
[Ma Witter]: jacob?!
[Pop]: Yeah
[Ma Witter]: awww hail mary, come with me!
[Deen]: Oh.. God..
[Ma Witter]: What do we have here now?
[Pop]: Oh, she's drunk
[Ma Witter]: Y'all in there rapping, you still at it, huh?
[Deen]: She 'bout to talk college
[Ma Witter]: 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 bull!
[Pop]: ..It's actually, BEEF, Miss Witter
[Deen]: Yo...
[Ma Witter]: Shut the f*ck up, Maurice!!
[Pop]: It's Jacob, Miss Witter
[Deen]: Yo!
[Pop]: Not John, not Johnny, not Joe, Jacob
[Ma Witter]: What?! Oh I know your name, boy!
Now hold on, lemme tell you somethin!
[Pop]: I mean, you barely know me since the third grade
[Deen]: Aw, you gotta stop..
[Ma Witter]: What you need to do, is go wrap your ass around a job child
And don't let go! You heard me? Now open this door, Deen!
Open this door, deen!