[Hook : Cee-Lo] [bad word]  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 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that [bad word] out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without [bad word]  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 [bad word] and demeaning
Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning
But I'm also sick and tired of [bad word] I never ever thought I'd to have resort to [bad word] 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?

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[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you [bad word] See when I was a youngster, used to wear them [bad word] Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak [bad word] niggas for they [bad word] 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 [bad word] and a lady [bad word]  I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em [bad word] never had my money, so I never whipped 'em
See all the playas came and all the playas went
playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his [bad word] [bad word] You need to git up, git out, git something
Smoke out, cause it's all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a [bad word] sporting plaits and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm [bad word] 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 [bad word] like that, ha-ha

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[Verse 3: Big Gipp]
lot of people in my past tried to do me, [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 killa that we call blow, so
Keep your eyes peeled for the COBRA unit
Cause they known for jumping out of black Chevy [bad word] and through the fog [bad word] the Red Dogs, I'm busting out around the corner in my hog
Dipping from the area, I'm scared
So one of these [bad word] might wind up dead
Cause I have no time for jail; [bad word] Clampett cops; [bad word] Eldrin Bell
And crooked [bad word] 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

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[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?
Ain't nobody [bad word] but crack-kers, so, why I got to register?
I thinking of better [bad word] to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep [bad word] rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when a [bad word] 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 [bad word] home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping
Doing dumb [bad word]  not knowing what a [bad word] know now
Yeah, that petty [bad word] 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 class, I'd rather be up in some [bad word] Not, thinking about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies [bad word]  that's [bad word] 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 [bad word] Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your [bad word] 
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