[Hook: Cee-Lo]
You got 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 tryna 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
That's why

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you penhead?
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them country Pro Keds
My mama made me do it but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak suckers for they hooding Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I worе 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 unclеs
They taught me, they taught me, I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense, I was Rosemary's baby
And then I learned the difference between a trick and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like doughs, see I pimped 'em
Witch 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 business
You need to git up, git out, git something
Smoke out cause it's all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a pimp 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 stuff like that, yeah
[Hook: Cee-Lo]
You got 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 tryna get high, 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
That's why

[Verse 4: André 3000]
Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody black running but crac-kers, so, why
I got to register? I thinking of better stuff to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep-est rhymes
So let me take y'all way
Back to whipping dammies in Southwest Atlanta, ayy
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 things, not knowing what I... know now
Yeah, that petty stuff 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 goods and wearing pimp fade
Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some, in some
Not thinking about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's messed 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 as shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast
So get up off your ass
[Hook: Cee-Lo]
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 tryna 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

[Outro: Cee-Lo]
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