You Gotta Stop

Maaan, you got a problem Nick

(Nah you got a problem Oak)

[Chorus 1: repeat 2X]

You gotta stop smokin weed in the morning Nick

You really gotta stop doin that shit (that shit)

Because you're always talkin bout how you gonna quit

Well now you gotta deal with it

[Verse One]

Check it out

The alarm went off, around a quarter to nine

My eyes were stuck shut so I was pretty much blind

But my nose was workin so it was already defeat

See I was sellin some herb, to make ends meet

And the smell was sweet (sweet) so so sweet

I'll just take a little hit to put some movement in my feet

Slow movement, slowly got me out of bed

And quickly put me in the kitchen fryin eggs and bread

Watchin "Divorce Court" instead of class at ten

But I knew I wouldn't make it before class'd begin

Hopped in the shower and (yeah) after a half an hour

of deep concentration and my own meditation

it was time for motivation the way Cali knows how

Again it's the third time in three hours

And the phone rings, and it was my man Raoul

He said he wanna smoke a blunt before school, I said, "Cool"

Swooped through the spot I don't got class 'til two

where I wasted my time but I slept for a few

My next, I think that I slept right through

And I was still feelin sleepy skipped the last one too

Then I snapped at my girl, forgot to call my mother

Started actin like a dick and really pissed off my brother

(then it's) home by three wantin my MTV

Sayin I'm stoppin this shit, startin next week

[Interlude]

Man (f'real) you're not gonna stop

(Aw c'mon man you're one to talk, look at you, cause you, y-you)

[Chorus 2: repeat 2X]

You gotta stop havin sex with your ex Big Oak

You gotta really stop doin that shit (that shit)

Cause you're always talkin bout how you gonna quit

Well now you gotta deal with it

[Verse Two]

Yeah I know but see it's easier, and I'm a lazy guy

So I'd rather sit at home and touch my ex-girl's thigh

Shit, she's hella cute and the sex is great

So there's no reason to go out and make my next mistake

with some girl that's probably gonna shoot me down anyway

We all know how it goes in L.A. don't we fellas?

So my choice is the booty call, don't be jealous

And don't pretend like you haven't done the same thing

Get with the same ring on your phone after you broke up

It was your ex-girl and now she wants to hook up

If you said you didn't do it then you lied

No guy has that much willpower in his mind

I know I don't, I'm a sucker for it

And now she's got me callin her when I need a good hit

She pulls right up to my place lookin sexy and shit

But then right after we're done I'm always regrettin it

So how'm I gonna quit? I'm a picky man

At least I don't hit on my cousin like Steely Dan

{*phone*} Aiyyo wait, hold up, let me check the caller ID

Yep it's her, I'll be back in about twenty

(Hahhhhhhh! I'll be back in about twenty. Go hit that!)