Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
Dont let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Dont 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
I dont recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel Im just a disappointment to yall
Every day, I just lay around then I cant 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 Im posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, Ive done some dumb shit
And Im probably gon do some mo
You shouldnt hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My musics all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but Im gon say this to you I...
Get high but I dont get too high
So whats the limit posed to be?
That must be why you cant get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Aint you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know somethin I dont. Do you have any suggestions?
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
But Im also sick and tired of strugglin
I never ever thought Id have resort to drug smugglin
Naw, that aint what Im about
Cee-Lo is just continue travelin his route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord aint brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So whats 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 daddys 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 Rosemarys 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 aint a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin
Smoke out, cuz its 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 funks at, boy
Im true to Organized, cuz they raised me
Im also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And its cool
Yeah, real cool, get paid, fat pocks and all that other fat shit like
That, ha-ha
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
Im gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time
Its eight in the mornin and aint nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
Im headed out the door, to get off in my ride
Im diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good day
I had Jamaicas 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 its 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 were jumpin out a black Chevy truck and want trues to fall
Here come the Red Dogs, Im bustin out around the corner in my hog
Dippin from the area, Im 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
Yall tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?
Aint 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,
Yall 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, Id 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, Id rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, thats 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 Im feelin broke and shit
Huh, but that dont matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
You need to...
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