(Two months later...)
[Intro: Deen Witter & Pop Life]
(Sound of car engine turning over)
Oh, I'm glad she started!
Yo, man, first thing we gotta do is get you a new car, man
(First Serve - Tennis playing on car stereo in background)
Yeah well, that's what happens when you leave your partner behind, y'know, we dealin' with... old shit
No, you left- you left me, I didn't leave you
No, you left me, nigga
Heh, yo, anyway, yo (Heh)
What time is studio tomorrow?
Um... I'm down to start at like- hold on, can't see- (*Tch*)
I'm down to start at like... 10?
You need a new car, nigga
Yeah, 10 is good for me, man, that's definitely good for me, um...
Right now, I think, man, just drop me off at Ken-Du's crib, B
Drop you off? Like you dropped me off?
Get the fuck outta here!
Nigga, you left me
Deen Lamont Witter, cut this shit
You left me, nigga, c'mon
[Verse 1: Deen Witter]
City lights
It's 'chievin' night, in Holly-hood
My ace in the hole, my ace boom
It's been so long, happened so soon
Thought I lost you, love, now I'm lost and found
Searchin' high and low, and underground
Got the bond back, and the bomb bag
See when hearts race, we throw the batons back
We the finish line, let's celebrate
Troubled minds, we meditate
With a handshake, not a contract
See, a brotha's love ignites with contact
Once hopeless, now I'm hopeful
Not remotely the path that we hoped for
What we wrote for is all that we built, Pop
I'ma take it to the grave and the hilltop, now that's love
[Chorus]
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love-love, it's the love-love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love-love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love-love, it's the love-love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love-love
[Interlude: Pop Life & Deen Witter]
A'ight man, so I'll check you later, dawg
A'ight B, you left me!
[Verse 2: Pop Life]
Back on home plate after runnin' them bases
So many places, but nothin' could replace our love and amend us
[?] apprentice, now that we back
Me and Deen's try'na be all in them pockets like dentists
Sorta like tennis
Servin' the bid'ness, birds of a feather and together we in this
Raised part-time in these streets while our parents
Phased hard times out our lives with no guaran-
-Tee that we wouldn't
Find us some trouble, like kids troublemakin' we dig
My nigga Kenneth Dumark was rewarded a bid
And came out as Ken-Du, only continue
To memorize memories like we were elephants
Local shorties know we're related to relevant
Leather-tough dynamic duo duff niggas out
With the, *BOOM*, *POW*, fuck around and show you how, First Serve
[Chorus]
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love-love, it's the love-love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love-love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love-love, it's the love-love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love-love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love-love, it's the love-love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love-love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love-love, it's the love-love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love-love
[Post-Chorus]
First Serve
It's the perfect match
It's the love-love
It's the love-love