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1994
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Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't let the days of your life pass byYou need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't spend all your time trying to get highYou need git up, git out and git somethingHow will you make it if you never even tryYou need to git up, git out and git something'Cause you and I got to do for you and II don't recall, ever graduating at allSometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'allEvery day, I just lay around then I can't be foundAlways asking "gimme some", living 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 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 gotBut some time must be invested for this to be manifestedI know you know but I'm gon' say this to you IGet 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 withoutDamn, what up with all these questions?You act as though you know something I don'tDo you have any suggestions?'Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaningSick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaningBut I'm also sick and tired of strugglingI never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smugglingNaw, that ain't what I'm aboutCee-lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubtOr fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off hereDid I make myself clear?You need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't let the days of your life pass byYou need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't spend all your time trying to get high niggaYou need git up, git out and git somethingHow will you make it if you never even tryYou need to git up, git out and git something'Cause you and I got to do for you and IWell, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickheadSee when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro KedsMy mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smartTold me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking 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 somethingSmoke out, 'cause it's all about money, money, moneyYeah I said it, a nigga sporting plaits and a Braves hatI hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boyI'm true to Organized, 'cause they raised meI'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays meAnd it's coolYeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pocketsAnd all that other fat shit like that, ha-haYou need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't let the days of your life pass byYou need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't spend all your time trying to get high niggaYou need git up, git out and git somethingHow will you make it if you never even tryYou need to git up, git out and git something'Cause you and I got to do for you and IA lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw meThrow me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charredLike a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutant's mindI'm getting paranoid and steady looking for the timeIt's eight in the morning 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 digging through the ash tray, hoping 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 something)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-dan DeVille, steady bouncingOut the Point to Campbellton RoadThe valley of the Southside flowEverybody know about that killa that we call blow, soKeep your eyes peeled for the COBRA unit'Cause they known for jumping out of black Chevy trucks and through the fogHere come the Red Dogs, I'm busting out around the corner in my hogDipping from the area, I'm scaredSo one of these bitches might wind up dead'Cause I have no time for jail; fuck Clampett cops; fuck Eldrin BellAnd crooked ass Jackson, got the whole countryThinking that my city is the big lick for '96'94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, OutKast, a vision from the pastHootie Hoo, my White Owls are burning kind of slowYou need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't let the days of your life pass byYou need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't spend all your time trying to get high niggaYou need git up, git out and git somethingHow will you make it if you never even tryYou need to git up, git out and git something'Cause you and I got to do for you and IY'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 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, ayY'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rockAt age 13, start working at the loading dockThey laying my mama off of work, General Motors trippingBut I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dippingDoing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know nowYeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked downI dips, over to East Point, still actin a foolWasting my time in the school, I'd rather be shooting poolCool is how I played the tenth gradeI thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fadeInstead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some assNot, thinking about them six courses that I need to passGraduation rolled around like rolly-polliesDamn, that's fucked up I should've listened when my mama told meThat, if you play now, you gonna suffer laterFigured she was talking yang yang, so I payed her no attentionAnd kept missing the point she tried to poke me withThe doper that I get, the more I'm feeling broke and shitHuh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KASTSo get up off your assYou need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't let the days of your life pass byYou need to git up, git out and git somethingDon't spend all your time trying to get highYou need git up, git out and git somethingHow will you make it if you never even tryYou need to git up, git out and git something'Cause you and I got to do for you and ILyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind | Door: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Cameron Gipp, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade, Thomas Callaway | Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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