You Gotta Stop

Maaan, you got a problem Nick (Nah you got a problem Oak) [Hook 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) [Hook 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!) {*arguing ad libs fade*}