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 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?
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 broke 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, real cool, get paid, fat pocks and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Big Gipp: Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky in charge 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 Cuz they know we're jumpin out a black Chevy truck and want trues to fall 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
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 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 hittin 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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