[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

Nigga, you need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't let the days of your life pass by

You need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't spend all your time tryna get high

You need get up, get out, and get something

How will you make it if you never even try?

You need to get up, get out, and get something

'Cause you and I got to do for you and I

[Verse 1: Cee-Lo]

I don't recall ever graduatin' 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 askin', "Give me some," livin' life like a bum

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

Nigga, 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 (What?), I've done some dumb shit

And I'm probably gon' do some more

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 (Why?)

So what's the limit 'posed to be?

That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three

You need to get up, get out, cut that bullshit out

Ain't you sick and tired of havin' to do without?

Damn, what up with all these questions?

You act as though you know somethin' I don't, do you have any suggestions?

'Cause every job I get is cruel and demeanin'

Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'

But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'

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

Nah, that ain't what I'm about

Cee-Lo will just continue travelin' 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?

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

You need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't let the days of your life pass by

You need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't spend all your time tryna get high (Nigga)

You need to get up, get out, and get something

How will you make it if you never even try?

You need to get up, get out, and get something (Get something)

'Cause you and I got to do for you and I, that's why

[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 fuckin' Pro Keds

My mama made me do it but the Devil, he made me smarter

Taught me to jack them weak-ass niggas for they fuckin' Starters (Yeah, ha-ha-ha)

In the middle school, I was a bigger fool

I wore a tank top to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool

I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call 'em 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 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 (What's up, ho?)

Wait, see, all the players came and all the players went

A player ain't a gangster, but a player can handle his shit, bitch

You need to get up, get out, get something

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

Yeah, I said it, a nigga sportin' 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 gettin' paid fat pockets and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

You need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't let the days of your life pass by

You need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't spend all your time tryna get high (Nigga)

You need to get up, get out, and get something

How will you make it if you never even try?

You need to get up, get out, and get something (Get something)

'Cause you and I got to do for you and I, that's why

[Verse 3: Big Gipp & Cee-Lo]

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 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 ashtray, 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 get up, get out, and get something)

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

'84 Sedan DeVille, steady bouncin'

Out the Point to Campbellton Road

The valley of the Southside flow

Everybody know about that killer that we call blow, so

Keep your eyes peeled for the COBRA unit

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

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

Dippin' from the area, I'm scared

So one of these bitches might wind up dead

'Cause I have no time for jail

Fuck Clampett cops, fuck Eldrin Bell

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' kind of slow

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

You need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't let the days of your life pass by

You need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't spend all your time tryna get high (Nigga)

You need to get up, get out, and get something

How will you make it if you never even try?

You need to get up, get out, and get something (Get something)

'Cause you and I got to do for you and I, that's why

[Verse 4: André 3000]

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

Ain't nobody black runnin' but crac-kers, 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 y'all way

Back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ayy

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

At age thirteen, start workin' at that loadin' dock

They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'

But I come home banked like Hank from lickin' and dippin'

Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now

Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down

I dips over to East Point, still actin' a fool

Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool

Cool is how I played the tenth grade

I thought it was all about mackin' hoes and wearin' pimp fades

Instead of bein' in class, I'd rather be up in some ass

Not thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass

Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies

Damn, that's fucked up, I should've listened when my mama told me

That if you play now, you're gonna suffer later

Figured she was talkin' yang-yang, so I paid her

No attention and kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with

The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin' broke as shit

Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast

So get up off your ass

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

You need to get up, get out, and get something

Don't let the days of your life pass by

You need to get up, get out, and get something (Get something)

Don't spend all your time tryna get high

You need to get up, get out, and get something

How will you make it if you never even try?

You need to get up, get out, and get something (Get something)

'Cause you and I got to do for you and I

[Outro: Cee-Lo]

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