chorus:
 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

 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 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?
 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?

 chorus:

 Big Boi:
 Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead
 See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin broke 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 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 shit 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 shit, 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 bitches might wind up dead
 Cuz I have no time for bail. 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

 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 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,
 A
 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 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 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 O-UT-KAST
 So get up off your ass

 chorus:
 You need to...(4X