Git Up, Git Out Lyrics

OutKast


publisher: ©BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
album: Track 12 in album Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
release date: 1994-4-26
popularity : 5 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Conscious
length: 7:27
producer: Organized Noize
recorded by: Neal Pogue and Sean Davis
drums programming: Organized Noize

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*****, 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 trying to 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

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
*****, 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 ****, 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 your *** 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
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?

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 trying to 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

Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them ****ing Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak *** *****s for they ****ing 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 ***** and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
***** 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 **** *****
You need to git up, git out, git something
Smoke out, cause it's all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, 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 **** like that, ha-ha

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 trying to 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

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 ash tray, 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 ****, break out quick, in my slick
'84 Se-dan 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 *****es might wind up dead
Cause I have no time for jail; **** Clampett cops; **** Eldrin Bell
And crooked *** Jackson, 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

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 trying to 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

Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody black running but crack-kers, so, why I got to register?
I thinking of better **** to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep *** rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when a ***** stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ay
Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start working at the loading dock
They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping
But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping
Doing dumb ****, not knowing what a ***** know now
Yeah, that petty **** 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 macking hoes and wearing pimp fade
Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some ***
Not, thinking about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's ****ed up I should've listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talking yang yang, so I payed 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 and ****
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ***

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 trying to 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


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Peaches (intro)
  • 2 Myintrotoletuknow
  • 3 Ain’t No Thang
  • 4 Welcome to Atlanta (interlude)
  • 5 Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
  • 6 Call of da Wild
  • 7 Player’s Ball (original)
  • 8 Claimin’ True
  • 9 Club Donkey Ass (interlude)
  • 10 Funky Ride
  • 11 Flim Flam (interlude)
  • 12 Git Up, Git Out
  • 13 True Dat (interlude)
  • 14 Crumblin’ Erb
  • 15 Hootie Hoo
  • 16 D.E.E.P.
  • 17 Player’s Ball (reprise)