outkast - git up, git out lyrics
n-gg-, you need to git up, git out and git somethin’
don’t let the days of your life p-ss 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 b-m
times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
n-gg-, 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-t
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 -ss up out the bed before three
you need to git up, git out, cut that bullsh-t 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 p-ss by
you need to git up, git out and git somethin’
don’t spend all your time tryin’ to get high
n-gg- 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 d-ck head
see when i was a youngsta, used to wear them f-ckin’ pro keds
my mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
told me to jack them weak -ss n-gg-z for they f-ckin’ 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-tch and a lady
h-ll, i treat ’em all like hoes, see i pimped ’em
b-tch 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 b-tch
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-gg- 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-t like that, ha-ha
you need to git up, git out and git somethin’
don’t let the days of your life p-ss by
you need to git up, git out and git somethin’
don’t spend all your time tryin’ to get high
n-gg- 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 n-body 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-t, 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 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 b-tches might wind up dead
‘cuz i have no time for jail, f-ck clampett cops, f-ck elgin’ bail
and crooked -ss 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 p-ss by
you need to git up, git out and git somethin’
don’t spend all your time tryin’ to get high
n-gg- 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 n-body 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 -ss rhymes
so let me take ya way back to
when a n-gg- 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-t, not knowin’ what a n-gg- 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 a cl-ss, i’d rather be up in some -ss
not, thinkin’ about them six courses that i need to p-ss
graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
d-mn, that’s f-cked 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-t
huh, but that don’t matter though, i am an out-kast
so get up off your -ss
n-gg-, you need to git up, git out and git somethin’
don’t let the days of your life p-ss 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
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