Opening Credits - De La Soul

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…)

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 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 playin it safe

Yeah, we’re different

But the differences seem to compliment everything we do

Yo, Deen Whitter paw, major investment

The first of a litter like a Georgetown mascot

And you Toto stuck in a basket

And momma made a man of bein 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 (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

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)

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!

Why you always gotta get chicks like on it?

Yeah man, all the niggaz do that…

Yo… is that your moms, man?

Open the do'!

Yea, moms is knockin

Shit!

Open this damn door, Deen!

Who lock this door?!

That was you

Nah, that was you!

Deen Lamont Witter!

Yea, ma?

Whatchu doin down there?

You drinkin gin and juice?

I’m 'bout to smoke this weed!

Nigga, put the weed away!

She might come down here.

Yeah nigga, don’t be so fuckin scared!

Whatever

You betta not be down there, smokin narcotic

She drunk

Takin them Ecstasys and Jalils

Yo, yo moms say you do X?

Hell naw nigga, you crazy

So what the fuck is Jalil?!!

S’all’s good, she just like Whodini

Whodini?

Uh, it’s just Ecstasy, Miss Witter

Who the fuck is that?!!

Maurice?!

Naw, it’s Jacob, Miss Witter

Jacob?!

Yeah!

Aw, Hail Mary, come with me!

Oh.

God.

What do we have here now?

Oh, she’s drunk

Y’all in there rappin, you still at it, huh?

She 'bout to talk college

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 pork!

.It's actually, beef, Miss Witter

Yo…

Shut the fuck up, Maurice!

It’s Jacob, Miss Witter

Yo!

Not John, not Johnny, not Joe, Jacob

What?!

Oh I know your name, boy!

Now hold on, lemme tell you somethin!

I mean, you barely know me since the third grade

Aw, you gotta stop.

Whatchu need to do, is go wrap ya ass around a job call

And don’t let go!

Ya heard me?

Now open this door, Deen!

Open this door, Deen!