Git Up Get Out

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



Cuz 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 asked to 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 try 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 ingested 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?



Cuz 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 will just continue travelin this 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?







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[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



Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin Starters



In the middle school, I was a bigger fool



I wore with tank tops 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 hoes, 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, cuz it's all about money, money, money



Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat



I hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy



I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me



I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me



And it's cool



Yeah, it's real cool, gettin paid fat pockets



and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha







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[Big Gipp]



Alot 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 wood and dem spirits got the mutant's 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-dan DeVille, steady bouncin,



out the Pointe to Cambelton 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



Cuz I have no time for bail. 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







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[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,



Y'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rock



At age 13, 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 hoes 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 yin-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 and shit



Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST



So get up off your ass







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You need to...(4X)