Git Up, Git Out (Full Mix - Clean)

1994

Written by André 3000, Big Boi, Big Gipp, CeeLo Green, Organized Noize, Ray Murray, Rico Wade, Sleepy Brown

Lyrics

Git Up, Git Out (Full Mix - Clean)

[Chorus: Cee-Lo] You need to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Don't spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I [Verse 1: Cee-Lo] I don't recall, ever graduating 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 "Gimme some," living life like a bum Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own Rollo, 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 sh..., 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 yourself up out the bed before three You need to git up, git out, cut that bull out Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without? Damn, what up with all these questions? You act as though you know something I don't, do you have any suggestions? 'Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning But I'm also sick and tired of struggling I never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling Naw, that ain't what I'm about Cee-Lo will just continue traveling 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: Cee-Lo] You got to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Don't spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I That's why [Verse 2: Big Boi] Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you pinhead? See, when I was a youngster, used to wear them country Pro Keds My mama made me do it but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak suckers for they hooded 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 (They taught me), I followed them when they ran numbers So in a sense, I was Rosemary's baby And then I learned the difference between a trick and a lady Hell, I treat 'em all like those, see I pimped 'em Witch 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 business You need to git up, git out, git something Smoke out cause it's all about money, money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plaits and a Braves 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, it's real cool getting paid fat pockets And all that other fat stuff like that, yeah [Chorus: Cee-Lo] You got to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Don't spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I That's why [Verse 3: 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 wood and them spirits got the mutant's mind I'm getting paranoid and steady looking for the time It's eight in the morning 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 digging through the ashtray, hoping 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 something) Now I know it's on, my day is finally started Back up in my crib, eat my grits, break out quick, in my slick '84 Sedan DeVille, steady bouncing Out the Point to Campbellton Road The valley of the Southside flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so Keep your eyes peeled for the COBRA unit 'Cause they known for jumping out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog Here come the Red Dogs, I'm busting out around the corner in my hog Dipping from the area, I'm scared So one of these -itches might wind up dead, 'cause I have no time for jail Buck Clampett cops, buck Elgin Bell And crooked face Campbell, got the whole country Thinking 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 burning kind of slow [Chorus: Cee-Lo] You got to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Don't spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I That's why [Verse 4: André 3000] Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why? Ain't nobody Black running but crac-kers So, why I got to register? I thinking of better stuff to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep-est rhymes So let me take y'all way Back to when Benjamin stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ayy Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock At age thirteen, start working at the loading dock They laying my mama off of work, General Motors trippin' But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping Doing dumb thangs, not knowing what I know now Yeah, that petty stuff will have you cased up and locked down I dips, over to East Point still actin' a fool Wasting my time in the school, I'd rather be shooting pool Cool is how I played the tenth grade I thought it was all about mackin' girls and wearing pimp fade Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some (In some) Not thinking about them six courses that I need to pass Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, that's messed up, I should've listened when my mama told me That, if you play now, you're gonna suffer later Figured she was talking yang yang so I paid her no attention And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with The doper that I get, the more I'm feeling broke as chits Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast So get up off your ass [Chorus: Cee-Lo] You got to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Don't spend all your time tryna get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try? You need to git up, git out and git something 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I That's why [Outro: Cee-Lo] You need to... You need to... You need to...

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"Git Up, Git Out (Full Mix - Clean)" is a song by OutKast, released in 1994. The song was written by André 3000, Big Boi, Big Gipp, CeeLo Green, Organized Noize, Ray Murray, Rico Wade, Sleepy Brown. It was produced by Organized Noize.

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