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first serve – opening credits كلمات اغاني

[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 -ss!
(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
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 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 b-st-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 fuck? i’m not a dreadlock rasta
just an -sshole 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 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 niggas do that-
yo… is that your moms, man?

[lenore agnes witter]
open the do’!

[deen]: yea, moms is knockin
[pop]: shit!
[ma witter]: open this d-mn 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]: nigga, put the weed away! she might come down here..
[pop]: yeah nigga, don’t be so fuckin 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 nigga, you crazy
[pop]: so what the fuck is jalil?!!
[deen]: s’all’s good, she just like whodini
[pop]: (whodini?) uhh, it’s just ecstasy, miss witter
[ma witter]: who the fuck 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 -ss 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 fuck 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 -ss around a job child
and don’t let go! you heard me? now open this door, deen!
open this door, deen!

- first serve

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