Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Outkast - Git up, git out ------------------------------------------ [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 [chorus] [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 [chorus] [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]