Nigga, 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   Nigga, 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 shit   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 bullshit 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      Nigga 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 fuckin' Pro Keds   My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart   Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' 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 shit 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 nigga 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 shit 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      Nigga 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 shit, 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, fuck Clampett cops, fuck 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      Nigga 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 shit 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 nigga 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 shit, not knowin' 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   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 fucked 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 shit   Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an OUT-Kast   So get up off your ass      Nigga, 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