[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 bitch you wanna give me some...)

[Deen 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 bastard

[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 asshole 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 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]: 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 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 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 ass around a job child

And don't let go! You heard me? Now open this door, Deen!

Open this door, deen!