Sean "Shy Boy" Davis - Git Up, Git Out lyrics

[Hook : Cee-Lo] n***a, you need to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pa** 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 [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 n***a, 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 your a** up out the bed before three You need to git up, git out, cut that bullsh** 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? [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Boi] Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead See when I was a youngster, used to wear them f**ing Pro Keds My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak a** n***as for they f**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 b**h and a lady Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em b**h 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 sh** b**h 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 sh** like that, ha-ha [Hook] [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 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 sh**, 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 k**a 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 b**hes might wind up dead Cause I have no time for jail; f** Clampett cops; f** Eldrin Bell And crooked a** 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Andre 3000] 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 sh** to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep a** rhymes So let me take ya way, back to when a n***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 sh**, not knowing what a n***a know now Yeah, that petty sh** 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 cla**, I'd rather be up in some a** Not, thinking about them six courses that I need to pa** Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, that's f**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 sh** Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST So get up off your a** [Hook]