text: Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont let the days of your life pass by
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont 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
  I dont recall, ever graduating at all
  Sometimes I feel Im just a disappointment to yall
  Every day I just lay around then I cant be found
  Always asking Gimme some, living 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? My musics all that I got
  But some time must be invested 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 yo 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?
  Damn, what up with all these questions?
  You act as though you know something I dont, do you have any suggestions?
  Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning
  Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning
  But Im also sick and tired of struggling
  I never ever thought Id to have resort to drug smuggling
  Naw, that aint what Im about
  Cee-Lo will just continue traveling 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?
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont let the days of your life pass by
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont 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
  Thats why
  Well, uh, get up, stand up, so whats said, you dickhead?
  See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
  My mama made me do it but the devil, he made me smart
  Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking 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 something
  Smoke out cause its 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 funks at, boy
  Im true to Organized cause they raised me
  Im also down with LaFace cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
  And its cool, yeah its real cool getting paid fat pockets
  And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha!
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont let the days of your life pass by
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont 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
  Thats why
  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 mutants mind
  Im getting paranoid and steady looking for the time
  Its eight in the morning 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 digging through the ashtray, hoping to have a good day
  I had Jamaicas best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
  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 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, Im busting out around the corner in my hog
  Dipping from the area, Im scared
  So one of these bitches might wind up dead, cause I have no time for jail
  Fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin Bell
  And crooked ass Jackson, 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
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont let the days of your life pass by
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont 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
  Thats why
  Yall telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
  Aint nobody black running but crac-kers, so, why
  I got to register? I thinking of better shit to do with my time
  Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
  So let me take yall way
  Back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ay
  Yall 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 shit, not knowing 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
  Wasting my time in the school, Id rather be shooting pool
  Cool is how I played the tenth grade
  I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade
  Instead of being in class, Id rather be up in some ass
  Not thinking about them six courses that I need to pass
  Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
  Damn, thats fucked up, I shouldve 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 Im feeling broke as shit
  Huh, but that dont matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast
  So get up off your ass
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont let the days of your life pass by
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont 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
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