Git Up, Git Out

'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' starters
Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all

'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies

Smoke out, 'cuz it's all about money, money, money

Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
(Why not?)

Don't let the days of your life pass by
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
You need git up, git out and git somethin'

So let me take ya way back to
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin' to have a good day
Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
And through the fog, here come the Red Dogs

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'

You need to git up, git out, git somethin'

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Always asked to give me some livin' life like a bum
So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'

Get high but I don't get too high, so what's the limit 'posed to be?

I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin')
How will you make it if you never even try
And I'm probably gon' do some mo'
Y'all could not tell me nuthin', thought I hit that bottom rock
How will you make it if you never even try
So get up off your ass
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
Ain't nobody black runnin' but crackers, so why I got to register?

Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later

Figured she was talkin' yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
I don't recall, ever graduation at all
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high
But negativity is all you seem to ever see

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
See all the playas came and all the playas went
So keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart

Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool
Hootie hoo my white owls are burnin' kinda slow
'84 Se-Dan DeVille, steady bouncin'
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
How will you make it if you never even try
'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail
But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin' and dippin'
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'
Cee-lo will just continue travelin' this route without any doubt or fear
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past

A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
I thought it was all about mackin' hoes and wearin' pimp fade
I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an OUT-Kast
I'm gettin' paranoid and steady lookin' for the time
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
How will you make it if you never even try

I'm bustin' out around the corner in my hog
I'm true to Organized, 'cuz they raised me
Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96
Not, thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
'Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin'
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out

Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high
Don't let the days of your life pass by
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow

At age 13, start workin' at the loadin' dock
I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high
And kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with
Did I make myself clear?
And it's cool yeah, it's real cool, gettin' paid fat pockets
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

I'm also down with La Face 'cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
You shouldn't hold that against me though
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'
Y'all tellin' me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?

The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin' broke and shit
Dippin' from the area, I'm scared
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
When a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta
You act as though you know somethin' I don't
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
I thinkin' of better shit to do with my time
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'

'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high
Why not? My music's all that I got
Do you have any suggestions?
Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'

I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I dips, over to East Point, still actin' a fool
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
It's eight in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet

Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em
Damn, that's fucked up I shoulda listened when my mama told me

Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
You need git up, git out and git somethin'
I admit, I've done some dumb shit

Don't let the days of your life pass by
They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'
They taught me how to smoke herb

Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin' Pro Keds
I know you know but I'm gon' say this to you I
Instead of bein' in a class, I'd rather be up in some ass
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested

I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin'
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick
The valley of the South side flow

Well, uh, git up, stand up, so what's said, you dick head
And what up with all these questions?
I followed them when they ran numbers

Nigga, you supposed to be grown