Git Up, Git Out lyrics

Artist  : Outkast 
Song : Git Up, Git Out



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chorus:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git
somethin
Don`t let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don`t 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 don`t recall, ever graduatin 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 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 I`m `posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, I`ve done some dumb shit
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 ingested 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 your as* up out
the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit
out
Ain`t you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know somethin I don`t. Do
you have any suggestions?
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
But I`m also sick and tired of strugglin
I never ever thought I`d have resort to drug
smugglin
Naw, that ain`t what I`m about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin this 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:
[Big Boi]
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what`s said, you
dickhead
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them
f**kin Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me
smart
Told me to jack them weak as* niggaz for they
f**kin 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 how to smoke herb, I followed them
when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was Rosemary`s baby
And then, I learned the difference between a
bit*h and a lady
Hell, I treat `em all like hoes, see I pimped `em
Bit*h 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 sh*t bit*h
You need to git up, git out, git somethin
Smoke out, cuz it`s 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 funk`s at, boy
I`m true to Organized, cuz they raised me
I`m also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he
pays me
And it`s cool
Yeah, it`s real cool, gettin paid fat pockets
and all that other fat sh*t 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 and
charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the
mutant`s mind
I`m gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the
time
It`s eight in the mornin 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 diggin through the ash tray, hopin 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 somethin)
Now I know it`s on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick,
in my slick
`84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncin, 
out the Pointe to Cambelton 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
Cause they known for jumpin out of black Chevy
trucks and through the fog
Here come the Red Dogs, I`m bustin out around the
corner in my hog
Dippin from the area, I`m scared
So one of these bit*hes might wind up dead
Cuz I have no time for bail. f**k Clampett cops.
f**k Elgin Bail
And crooked as* 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]
Y`all tellin me that I need to get out and vote,
huh. Why?
Ain`t nobody black runnin but crackers, so, why I
got to register?
I thinkin of better sh*t to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the
deep as* rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga
stayed in Southwest Atlanta,
Y`all 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 lickin and
dippin
Doin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty sh*t will have you cased up and
locked down
I dips, over to East Point, still actin a fool
Wastin my time in the school, I`d 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, I`d rather be up in
some ass
Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need
to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that`s f**ked 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 I`m feelin broke
and shit
Huh, but that don`t matter though, I am an
O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
chorus:
You need to...(4X)