Lirik Lagu Git Up Git Out - Outkast
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chorus:Nigga you need to git up git out and git somethinDon't let the days of your life pass byYou need to git up git out and git somethinDon't spend all your time tryin to get highYou need git up git out and git somethinHow will you make it if you never even tryYou need to git up git out and git somethinCuz you and I got to do for you and I
Cee Lo:I don't recall, ever graduatin at allSometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'allEvery day, I just lay around then I can't be foundAlways asked to give me some livin life like a bumTimes is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her ownNigga, you supposed to be grownI agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to beBut negativity is all you seem to ever seeI admit, I've done some dumb shitAnd 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 gotBut some time must be ingested for this to be manifestedI know you know but I'm gon say this to you I...Get high but I don't get too highSo what's the limit 'posed to be?That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before threeYou need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit outAin't you sick and tired of having to do withoutAnd 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 demeaninSick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleaninBut I'm also sick and tired of strugglinI never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglinNaw, that ain't what I'm aboutCee-Lo is just continue travelin his routeWithout any doubt or fearI know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off hereDid I make myself clear?
chorus:
Big Boi:Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickheadSee when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin broke KedsMy mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smartTold me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin StartersIn the middle school, I was a bigger foolI wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was coolI used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my unclesThey taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbersSo in a sense I was Rosemary's babyAnd then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a ladyHell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'emBitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'emSee all the playas came and all the playas wentA playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitchYou need to git up, git out, git somethinSmoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, moneyYeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hatI hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boyI'm true to Organized, cuz they raised meI'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays meAnd it's coolYeah, real cool, get paid, fat pocks and all that other fat shit likethat, ha-ha
chorus:
Big Gipp:Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw meThrow me over in the fire, let me get chunky in chargeLike a piece of one of your spirits, got the mutants mindI'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the timeIt's eight in the mornin and ain't nobody up yetI got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball capI'm headed out the door, to get off in my rideI'm diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good dayI 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 startedBack up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick'84 Se-dun-Deville, steady bouncin out the point to Camerton RoadThe valley of the Southside flowEverybody know about that killa that we call blow, soKeep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unitCuz they know we're jumpin out a black Chevy truck and want trues to fallHere come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin out around the corner in my hogDippin from the area, I'm scaredSo one of these bitches might wind up deadCuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin BailAnd crooked ass Jackson, got the whole countryThinkin that my city is the big lick for 9694, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the pastHootie Hoo...my white owls are burnin kinda slow
chorus:
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 shit to do with my timeNever smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymesSo let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta,AY'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rockAt age 13, start workin at the loadin dockThey layin my mama off of work, General Motors trippinBut I come home bank like Hank, from hittin and dippinDoin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know nowYeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked downI dips, over to East Point, still actin a foolWastin my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin poolCool is how I played the tenth gradeI thought it was all about mackin hoes and wearin pimp fadeInstead of bein in class, I'd rather be up in some assNot, thinkin about them six courses that I need to passGraduation rolled around like rolly-polliesDamn, that's fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told meThat, if you play now, you gonna suffer laterFigured she was talkin yin-yang, so I payed her no attentionAnd kept missin the point she tried to poke me withThe doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shitHuh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KASTSo get up off your ass
chorus:You need to...(4X)
Cee Lo:I don't recall, ever graduatin at allSometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'allEvery day, I just lay around then I can't be foundAlways asked to give me some livin life like a bumTimes is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her ownNigga, you supposed to be grownI agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to beBut negativity is all you seem to ever seeI admit, I've done some dumb shitAnd 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 gotBut some time must be ingested for this to be manifestedI know you know but I'm gon say this to you I...Get high but I don't get too highSo what's the limit 'posed to be?That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before threeYou need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit outAin't you sick and tired of having to do withoutAnd 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 demeaninSick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleaninBut I'm also sick and tired of strugglinI never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglinNaw, that ain't what I'm aboutCee-Lo is just continue travelin his routeWithout any doubt or fearI know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off hereDid I make myself clear?
chorus:
Big Boi:Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickheadSee when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin broke KedsMy mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smartTold me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin StartersIn the middle school, I was a bigger foolI wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was coolI used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my unclesThey taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbersSo in a sense I was Rosemary's babyAnd then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a ladyHell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'emBitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'emSee all the playas came and all the playas wentA playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitchYou need to git up, git out, git somethinSmoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, moneyYeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hatI hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boyI'm true to Organized, cuz they raised meI'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays meAnd it's coolYeah, real cool, get paid, fat pocks and all that other fat shit likethat, ha-ha
chorus:
Big Gipp:Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw meThrow me over in the fire, let me get chunky in chargeLike a piece of one of your spirits, got the mutants mindI'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the timeIt's eight in the mornin and ain't nobody up yetI got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball capI'm headed out the door, to get off in my rideI'm diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good dayI 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 startedBack up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick'84 Se-dun-Deville, steady bouncin out the point to Camerton RoadThe valley of the Southside flowEverybody know about that killa that we call blow, soKeep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unitCuz they know we're jumpin out a black Chevy truck and want trues to fallHere come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin out around the corner in my hogDippin from the area, I'm scaredSo one of these bitches might wind up deadCuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin BailAnd crooked ass Jackson, got the whole countryThinkin that my city is the big lick for 9694, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the pastHootie Hoo...my white owls are burnin kinda slow
chorus:
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 shit to do with my timeNever smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymesSo let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta,AY'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rockAt age 13, start workin at the loadin dockThey layin my mama off of work, General Motors trippinBut I come home bank like Hank, from hittin and dippinDoin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know nowYeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked downI dips, over to East Point, still actin a foolWastin my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin poolCool is how I played the tenth gradeI thought it was all about mackin hoes and wearin pimp fadeInstead of bein in class, I'd rather be up in some assNot, thinkin about them six courses that I need to passGraduation rolled around like rolly-polliesDamn, that's fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told meThat, if you play now, you gonna suffer laterFigured she was talkin yin-yang, so I payed her no attentionAnd kept missin the point she tried to poke me withThe doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shitHuh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KASTSo get up off your ass
chorus:You need to...(4X)
