[Chorus:]
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
Donīt let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Donīt 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 donīt recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel Iīm just a disappointment to yīall
Every day, I just lay around then I canīt 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 Iīm īposed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, Iīve done some dumb shit
And Iīm probably gon do some moī
You shouldnīt hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My musicīs all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but Iīm gon say this to you I...
Get high but I donīt get too high
So whatīs the limit īposed to be?
That must be why you canīt get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ainīt you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know somethin I donīt. Do you have any suggestions?
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
But Iīm also sick and tired of strugglin
I never ever thought Iīd have resort to drug smugglin
Naw, that ainīt what Iīm about
Cee-Lo is just continue travelin his route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ainīt 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 whatīs 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 daddyīs 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 Rosemaryīs baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat īem all like hoes, see I pimped īem
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped īem
See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ainīt a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin
Smoke out, cuz itīs 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 funkīs at, boy
Iīm true to Organized, cuz they raised me
Iīm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And itīs cool
Yeah, real cool, get paid, fat pocks 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 in charge
Like a piece of one of your spirits, got the mutants mind
Iīm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time
Itīs eight in the mornin and ainīt nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
Iīm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
Iīm diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good day
I had Jamaicaīs 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 itīs on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick
ī84 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 īcover unit
Cuz they know weīre jumpin out a black Chevy truck and want trues to fall
Here come the Red Dogs, Iīm bustin out around the corner in my hog
Dippin from the area, Iīm 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:]
Yīall tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?
Ainīt 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,
Yīall 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, Iīd 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, Iīd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, thatīs 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 Iīm feelin broke and shit
Huh, but that donīt matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
[chorus:]
You need to... [4x]
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