[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time tryna get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try?
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I

[Verse 1: Cee-Lo]
I don't recall, ever graduating 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 asking "Gimme some," living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Rollo, 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 sh..., 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 invested 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 yourself up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bull out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without?
Damn, what up with all these questions?
You act as though you know something I don't, do you have any suggestions?
'Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning
Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning
But I'm also sick and tired of struggling
I never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo will just continue traveling 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: Cee-Lo]
You got to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time tryna get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try?
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
That's why

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you pinhead?
See, when I was a youngster, used to wear them country Pro Keds
My mama made me do it but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak suckers for they hooded 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 (They taught me), I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense, I was Rosemary's baby
And then I learned the difference between a trick and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like those, see I pimped 'em
Witch 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 business
You need to git up, git out, git something
Smoke out cause it's all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a n***a sporting plaits and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized cause they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool, yeah, it's real cool getting paid fat pockets
And all that other fat stuff like that, yeah
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
You got to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time tryna get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try?
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
That's why

[Verse 3: Big Gipp]
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 them spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm getting paranoid and steady looking for the time
It's eight in the morning 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 digging through the ashtray, hoping 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 something)
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my grits, break out quick, in my slick
'84 Sedan DeVille, steady bouncing
Out the Point to Campbellton Road
The valley of the Southside flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so
Keep your eyes peeled for the COBRA unit
'Cause they known for jumping out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog
Here come the Red Dogs, I'm busting out around the corner in my hog
Dipping from the area, I'm scared
So one of these -itches might wind up dead, 'cause I have no time for jail
Buck Clampett cops, buck Elgin Bell
And crooked face Campbell, got the whole country
Thinking 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 burning kind of slow
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
You got to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time tryna get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try?
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
That's why

[Verse 4: André 3000]
Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody Black running but crac-kers
So, why I got to register?
I thinking of better stuff to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep-est rhymes
So let me take y'all way
Back to when Benjamin stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ayy
Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock
At age thirteen, start working at the loading dock
They laying my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'
But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping
Doing dumb thangs, not knowing what I know now
Yeah, that petty stuff will have you cased up and locked down
I dips, over to East Point still actin' a fool
Wasting my time in the school, I'd rather be shooting pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin' girls and wearing pimp fade
Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some (In some)
Not thinking about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's messed up, I should've listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you're gonna suffer later
Figured she was talking yang yang so I paid her no attention
And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feeling broke as chits
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast
So get up off your ass

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
You got to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time tryna get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try?
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
That's why

[Outro: Cee-Lo]
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