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

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 **** D, short for Deen

Known each other since Grade four

And I've been cheatin' off his homework since Grade five

Yessir, best friends ever since then

I guess I'm the Yang to the **** 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

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 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 (Yeah)

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?)