OutKast - Git Up Git Out Lyrics:
Ni**a, 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
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
Ni**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 s**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 ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bulls**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 pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin`
Don`t spend all your time tryin` to get high
Ni**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**kin` Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass ni**az 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 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 ain`t a gangsta but a playa can handle his s**t bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin`
Smoke out, `cuz it`s all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a ni**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 s**t like that, ha-ha
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
Ni**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 s**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 bitches might wind up dead
`Cuz I have no time for jail, f**k Clampett cops, f**k Elgin` Bail
And crooked ass 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 pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin`
Don`t spend all your time tryin` to get high
Ni**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 s**t to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way back to
When a ni**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 s**t, not knowin` what a ni**a know now
Yeah, that petty s**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 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 s**t
Huh, but that don`t matter though, I am an OUT-Kast
So get up off your ass
Ni**a, 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
You need to, you need to, you need to, you need to
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
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
Ni**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 s**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 ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bulls**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 pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin`
Don`t spend all your time tryin` to get high
Ni**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**kin` Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass ni**az 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 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 ain`t a gangsta but a playa can handle his s**t bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin`
Smoke out, `cuz it`s all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a ni**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 s**t like that, ha-ha
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
Ni**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 s**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 bitches might wind up dead
`Cuz I have no time for jail, f**k Clampett cops, f**k Elgin` Bail
And crooked ass 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 pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin`
Don`t spend all your time tryin` to get high
Ni**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 s**t to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way back to
When a ni**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 s**t, not knowin` what a ni**a know now
Yeah, that petty s**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 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 s**t
Huh, but that don`t matter though, I am an OUT-Kast
So get up off your ass
Ni**a, 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
You need to, you need to, you need to, you need to