Outkast - Git Up, Get Out lyrics

n***a, you need to git up, git out and git somethin' Don't let the days of your life pa** 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 I don't recall, ever graduation 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 n***a, 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 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 a** 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 And what up with all these questions? You 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? You need to git up, git out and git somethin' Don't let the days of your life pa** by You need to git up, git out and git somethin' Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high n***a 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 Well, uh, git up, stand up, so what's said, you dick head See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them f**in' Pro Keds My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak a** n***as for they f**in' 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 b**h and a lady Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em b**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** b**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 n***a 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 La Face '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** like that, ha-ha You need to git up, git out and git somethin' Don't let the days of your life pa** by You need to git up, git out and git somethin' Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high n***a 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 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 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 sh**, break out quick, in my slick '84 Se-Dan DeVille, steady bouncin' Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road The valley of the South side flow Everybody know about that k**a 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 b**hes might wind up dead 'Cuz I have no time for jail, f** Clampett cops, f** Elgin' Bail And crooked a** 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 You need to git up, git out and git somethin' Don't let the days of your life pa** by You need to git up, git out and git somethin' Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high n***a 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 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** to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep a** rhymes So let me take ya way back to When a n***a 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 sh**, not knowin' what a n***a know now Yeah, that petty sh** 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 a cla**, I'd rather be up in some a** Not, thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pa** Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, that's f**ed 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 sh** Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an OUT-Kast So get up off your a** n***a, you need to git up, git out and git somethin' Don't let the days of your life pa** 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 You need to, you need to, you need to, you need to