Name: Git Up, Git Out
Duration: 7 min 26 s
Description: Слушайте песню Git Up, Git Out - Outkast, Goodie Mob онлайн с альбома Big Boi & Dre Present...OutKast в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 7:26. Год выхода - 2001

Big Boi & Dre Present...OutKast

Outkast

Camp Fire Intro

Funkin' Around

Ain't No Thang

So Fresh, So Clean

Rosa Parks

Killer Mike

The Whole World

Aquemini

B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad)

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

Crumblin' Erb

Ms. Jackson

Player's Ball

Goodie Mob

Git Up, Git Out

Hip-Hop

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin

You need to git up, git out and git somethin

Don't spend all your time tryin to get high

How will you make it if you never even try

Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all

Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found

Always asked to give me some livin life like a mofo

Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own

I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be

But negativity is all you seem to ever see

You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)

But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested

I know you know but I'm gon say this to you I...

That must be why you can't get your ass 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

As act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions?

Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin

Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin

I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin

Cee-lo will just continue travelin this route

I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here

Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead

See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin Pro Keds

My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart

Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin 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

And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady

Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em

Bitch 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 shit bitch

You need to git up, git out, git somethin

Smoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, money

Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat

I hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy

I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me

I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me

Yeah, it's real cool, gettin paid fat pockets

And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

Alot 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 dem spirits got the mutant's mind

I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time

It's eight in the mornin 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 diggin through the ash tray, hopin 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 somethin)

Now I know it's on, my day is finally started

Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick

Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so

Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit

Cause they known for jumpin out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog

Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin out around the corner in my hog

So one of these bitches might wind up dead

Cuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail

And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country

Thinkin 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 burnin kinda slow

Y'all tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?

Ain't nobody black runnin but crackers, so, why I got to register?

I thinkin of better shit to do with my time

Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes

So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta,

Y'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rock

At age 13, start workin at the loadin dock

They layin my mama off of work, General Motors trippin

But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin and dippin

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