Outkast Outkast feat. Goodie Mob - Git Up Get Out Lyrics

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n____ 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

Cee Lo:
I don't recall, ever graduatin 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__
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
n____, 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___
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 bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As 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 is just continue travelin his 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?

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Big Boi:
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you d___head
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them f___in broke Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak a__ n____z 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____ and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
b____ 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___ b____
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____ 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 LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool
Yeah, real cool, get paid, fat pocks and all that other fat s___ like
that, ha-ha

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Big Gipp:
Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky in charge
Like a piece of one of your spirits, got the mutants 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___, break out quick, in my slick
'84 Se-dun-Deville, steady bouncin out the point to Camerton Road
The valley of the Southside flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so
Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
Cuz they know we're jumpin out a black Chevy truck and want trues to fall
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____es might wind up dead
Cuz I have no time for bail. 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

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Dre:
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___ 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____ stayed in Southwest Atlanta,
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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 hittin and dippin
Doin dumb s___, not knowin what a n____ know now
Yeah, that petty s___ 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 class, I'd rather be up in some a__
Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
d___, 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 s___
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your a__

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You need to...(4X