Git Up, Git Out
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Git Up, Git Outは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として1994年4月26日にArista/LaFace RecordsによりリリースされましたSouthernplayalisticadillacmuzik
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Git Up, Git Outは1 分 and 30 秒あたりで先週最も頻繁に発見された曲です
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ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Craig Love
Guitar
Marq Jefferson
Bass Guitar
André 3000
Vocals
Big Boi
Vocals
Big Gipp
Vocals
CeeLo Green
Vocals
Ray Murray
Programming, Keyboards
Rico Wade
Programming, Keyboards
Sleepy Brown
Programming, Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Thomas Burton
Songwriter
Cameron Gipp
Songwriter
Patrick Brown
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Rico Wade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Producer
NHP Sound, Inc.
Recording Engineer
Sean "Shy Boy" Davis
Recording Engineer
Alvin Speights
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Chorus]
****, 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 tryin' to 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
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
[Verse 1]
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
****, 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 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
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 something I don't
Do you have any suggestions?
'Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning
Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'
I never ever thought I'd have to resort to drug smugglin'
Naw, 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?
[Verse 2]
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 tryin' to 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
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
That's why
[Verse 3]
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 smart
Told me to jack them weak ass **** for they fuckin' Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought it was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I called '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 them
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped them
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 **** 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
[Verse 4]
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 tryin' to 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
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I (That's why)
[Verse 5]
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 morning and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw 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 have 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 Elgin 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
[Verse 6]
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 tryin' to 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
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I (That's why)
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'm 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 **** stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ay
Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock
At age thirteen, start workin' at the 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 **** 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 fade
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
[Verse 7]
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 tryin' to 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
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
You need to
You need to
You need to
You need to
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Cameron Gipp, Organized Noize, Thomas Burton

