Artist: First Serve (De La Soul) Album: De La Soul's Plug1 & Plug2 Present... First Serve Song: Tennis Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (Two months later) {*car starts up*} [Deen:] Ugh! I'm glad she started [Pop:] Yo man, first thing we gotta do is get you a new car, man [D:] Yeah well, that's what happens when you leave your partner behind and everything... the whole shit [P:] No, you left me! I didn't leave you [D:] Nah, you left me, duke [P:] Heh, yo anyway, yo what time the studio tomorrow? [D:] Um... I'm down to start at like- oh, I can't see {*Pop smacks teeth*} I'm down to start at like.. ten? [P:] You need a new car, nigga Yeah, ten is good for me, man That's definitely good for me, um Right now, I think, just drop me off at Ken-Du's crib, B [D:] Drop you off? Like you dropped +me+ off? [P:] Get the fuck outta here!! [D:] Nigga, you left me! [P:] Deen Lamont Whitter, cut this shit... [Deen] City lights It's cheeba night, in Holly-hood My ace in the hole, my ace boon It's been so long, happened so soon Thought I lost you love, now I'm lost and found Searching high and low, and underground Got the bond back, and the bomb back See when hearts race, we throw the batons back We at the finish line, let's celebrate Troubled minds, we meditate With a handshake, not a contract See a brother'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 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, 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, it's the love, love [P:] Aight man, so I'll check you later, bro [D:] Aight, B, get at me! [Pop] Back on home plate, after runnin them bases So many places, but nothin could replace thy love And I meant this, left as an apprentice Now that we back Me and Deen's tryin to be in all in them pockets like Dennis Sorta like tennis, servin the business Birds of a feather and together we in this Raised part-time in these streets While our parents phased hard times out our lives And no guaran-tee that we wouldn't find us in trouble, like kids troublemaking we did My nigga Kenneth Dumar was rewarded a bid And came out as Ken-Du and we continue To memorize memories like we were elephants Local shorties know we're related to relevant Leather-tough dynamic duo duff niggaz out with the (BOOM! POW!) Fuck around and show you how, First Serve! [Chorus]