First Serve - Opening Credits lyrics

[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 a**! (What? Okay what b**h 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**, 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** (Man, you know what my moms would do if I let you Drag me into this sh** and we get caught doin it?) [Pop] That's my n***a 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***a 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 ba*tard [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**? I'm not a dreadlock Rasta Just an a**hole 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** is crazy! Whoo! Yo-yo the cuts can go right here! (Yeah yeah, that'll be hot) This f**in thing has Jam-Master Jay type cuts and sh** (True true) And yo, we should get like about three girls to sing on this sh**! [Deen] Why you always gotta get chicks like on it? [Pop] Yeah man, all the n***as do that- Yo... is that your moms, man? [Lenore Agnes Witter] Open the do'! [Deen]: Yea, moms is knockin [Pop]: sh**! [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***a, put the weed away! She might come down here.. [Pop]: Yeah n***a, don't be so f**in 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***a, you crazy [Pop]: So what the f** 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** 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 a** 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** 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 a** around a job child And don't let go! You heard me? Now open this door, Deen! Open this door, deen!