Chorus:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
Cee Lo:
I don't recall ever graduatin' at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around, then I can't be found
Always asking, give me some, livin' life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I got to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon' do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be invested for this to be manifested
I know you know, but I'm gon, say this to you, I
Get high, but I don't get too high
So what's the limit 'posed to be
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions
As act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions
'Cause every job I get is cruel and demeanin'
Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'
I never, ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin'
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo is just continue travelin' his route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
(Chorus)
Big Boi:
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead
See, when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin' Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Taught me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore a tank top to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hos, see, I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em
See, all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta, but a playa can handle his shit, bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin'
Smoke out, 'cause it's all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin' plats and a Brave's hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, 'cause they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace, 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool
Yeah, real cool, get paid, fat pocks and all that other fat shit like
that, ha-ha
(Chorus)
Big Gipp:
A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of one of your spirits, got the mutants mind
I'm gettin' paranoid and steady lookin' for the time
It's eight in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin' to have a good day
I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin')
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick
'84 Se-dun-Deville, steady bouncin' out the point to Camerton Road
The valley of the Southside flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so
Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog
Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin' out around the corner in my hog
Dippin' from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
'Cause I have no time for jail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie Hoo, my white owls are burnin' kinda slow
(Chorus)
Dre:
Y'all tellin' me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?
Ain't nobody black runnin' but crackers, so, why I got to register
I thinkin' of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta
A
Y'all could not tell me nuthin', thought I hit that bottom rock
At age thirteen, start workin' at the loadin' dock
They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'
But I come home bank like Hank, from lickin' and dippin'
Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
I dips, over to East Point, still actin' a fool
Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about 'mackin' hos and wearin' pimp fade
Instead of bein' in class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin' yang-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin' broke as shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
(Chorus)
You need to(4X)
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