Chorus:
Niggayou need to git upgit out and git somethin
Don’t let the days of your life pass by
You need to git upgit out and git somethin
Don’t spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git upgit out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git upgit out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and i

[cee-lo]
I don’t recallever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel I’m just a disappointment to y’all
Every dayI just lay around then I can’t be found
Always asked to give me some livin life like a bum
Times is roughmy auntie got enough problems of her own
Niggayou supposed to be grown
I agreeI try to be the man I’m ’posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admitI’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 upgit outcut 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
Nawthat 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?

Chorus:

[big boi]
Welluhgit upstand up. so what’s saidyou dickhead
See when I was a youngstaused to wear them fuckin pro keds
My mama made me do itbut the devilhe made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin starters
In the middle schoolI was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoothought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy’s brothersI call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herbI followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was rosemary’s baby
And thenI learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
HellI treat ’em all like hoessee I pimped ’em
Bitch never had my moneyso 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 upgit outgit somethin
Smoke outcuz it’s all about moneymoneymoney
Yeah I said ita nigga sportin plats and a braves hat
I hang with rico wade cuz the dungeon is where the funk’s atboy
I’m true to organizedcuz they raised me
I’m also down with laface cuz l.a. reidyeahhe pays me
And it’s cool
Yeahit’s real coolgettin paid fat pockets
And all that other fat shit like thatha-ha

Chorus:

[big gipp]
Alot of people in my past tried to do mescrew me
Throw me over in the firelet 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 johnsget my coat and throw on my ball cap
I’m headed out the doorto get off in my ride
I’m diggin through the ash trayhopin to have a good day
I had jamaica’s best and when I light it upI hear a voice in my head
(you got to git upgit out and git somethin)
Now I know it’s onmy day is finally started
Back up in my cribeat my shitbreak out quickin my slick
’84 se-dan devillesteady bouncin
Out the pointe to cambelton road
The valley of the southside flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blowso
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 dogsI’m bustin out around the corner in my hog
Dippin from the areaI’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 jacksongot the whole country
Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96
94big gippgoodie mooutkasta 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 votehuh. why?
Ain’t nobody black runnin but crackerssowhy I got to register?
I thinkin of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diplomabut I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya wayback to when a nigga stayed in southwest atlanta
Y’all could not tell me nuthinthought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13start workin at the loadin dock
They layin my mama off of workgeneral motors trippin
But I come home bank like hankfrom lickin and dippin
Doin dumb shitnot knowin what a nigga know now
Yeahthat petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
I dipsover to east pointstill actin a fool
Wastin my time in the schoolI’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 classI’d rather be up in some ass
Notthinkin about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damnthat’s fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told me
Thatif you play nowyou gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin yin-yangso I payed her no attention
And kept missin the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I getthe more I’m feelin broke and shit
Huhbut that don’t matter thoughI am an o-ut-kast
So get up off your ass

Chorus:
You need to...(4x)


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