Git Up, Git Out (Full Mix)

[Hook: 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 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

Brother, 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, get 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 bullsh... 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?

[Hook: 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, nigga

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 penhead?

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 hooding 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 doughs, 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 pimp 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

[Hook: 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, nigga

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, Cee-Lo]

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 each is might wind up dead, 'cause I have no time for jail

Ooh, Clampett cops, Ohh Elgin Bell

And crooked faced 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

[Hook: 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 nigga

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 whipping dammies in Southwest Atlanta, ayy

Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock

At age 13, start working at the loading dock

They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping

But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping

Doing dumb things, 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 macking goods 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 gonna suffer later

Figured she was talking yang yang so I payed 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 hits

Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast

So get up off your ass

[Hook: 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

[Outro: Cee-Lo]

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