Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't let the days of your life pass by
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
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You need git up, git out and git somethin
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How will you make it if you never even try
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
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I don't recall, ever graduatin at all
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Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
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Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
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Always asked to give me some livin life like a bum
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Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
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Nigga, you supposed to be grown
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I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
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But negativity is all you seem to ever see
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I admit, I've done some dumb shit
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And I'm probably gon do some mo'
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You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
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Why not? My music's all that I got
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But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
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I know you know but I'm gon say this to you I...
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Get high but I don't get too high
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So what's the limit 'posed to be?
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That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
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You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
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Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
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And what up with all these questions?
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As act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions?
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Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
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Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
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But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin
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I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin
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Naw, that ain't what I'm about
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Cee-lo will just continue travelin this route
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Without any doubt or fear
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I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
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Did I make myself clear?
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Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't let the days of your life pass by
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
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You need git up, git out and git somethin
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How will you make it if you never even try
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
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Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead
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See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin Pro Keds
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My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
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Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin Starters
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In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
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I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
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I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
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They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers
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So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
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And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
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Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
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Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em
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See all the playas came and all the playas went
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A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
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You need to git up, git out, git somethin
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Smoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, money
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Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
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I hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
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I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me
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I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool
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Yeah, it's real cool, gettin paid fat pockets
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and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't let the days of your life pass by
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
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You need git up, git out and git somethin
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How will you make it if you never even try
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
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Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
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Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
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Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
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I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time
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It's eight in the mornin and ain't nobody up yet
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I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
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I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
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I'm diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good day
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I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
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(You got to git up, git out and git somethin)
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Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
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Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick
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'84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncin,
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out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
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The valley of the Southside flow
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Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so
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Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
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Cause they known for jumpin out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog
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Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin out around the corner in my hog
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Dippin from the area, I'm scared
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So one of these bitches might wind up dead
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Cuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail
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And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
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Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96
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94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
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Hootie Hoo...my white owls are burnin kinda slow
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't let the days of your life pass by
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
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You need git up, git out and git somethin
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How will you make it if you never even try
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
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Y'all tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?
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Ain't nobody black runnin but crackers, so, why I got to register?
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I thinkin of better shit to do with my time
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Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
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So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta,
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Y'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rock
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At age 13, start workin at the loadin dock
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They layin my mama off of work, General Motors trippin
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But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin and dippin
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Doin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know now
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Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
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I dips, over to East Point, still actin a fool
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Wastin my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin pool
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Cool is how I played the tenth grade
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I thought it was all about mackin hoes and wearin pimp fade
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Instead of bein in class, I'd rather be up in some ass
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Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need to pass
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Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
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Damn, that's fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told me
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That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
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Figured she was talkin yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
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And kept missin the point she tried to poke me with
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The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shit
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Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
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So get up off your ass
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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How will you make it if you never even try
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You need to git up, git out and git somethin
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Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
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You need to git up you need to git up you need to git up
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you need to git up you need to git up you need to git up
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Git Up, Git Up
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