Текст песни: Git Up, Git Out + перевод

Nigga, 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

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 asked to give me some living 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, I’ve done some dumb shit

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 ingested for this to be manifested

I know you know but I’m goin' 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 git up, git out, cut that bullshit out

Ain’t you sick and tired of having to do without

And what up with all these questions?

As 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 taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning

But I’m also sick and tired of struggling

I never ever thought I’d have resort to drug smuggling

No, that ain’t what I’m about

Cee-lo will just continue traveling this 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?

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

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

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

Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking 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 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 players came and all the players went

A player ain’t a gangsta but a player can handle his shit bitch

You need to git up, git out, git something

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

Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plats 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 shit like that, ha-ha

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 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 shit, break out quick, in my slick

'84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncing

Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road

The valley of the Southside flow

Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so

Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit

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

Here come the Red Dogs, I’m bustinf 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 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 burning kinda slow

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

Ain’t nobody black running but crackers, so, why I got to register?

I thinking 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 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 Bank like Hank, from licking and dipping

Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know now

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

I dips, over to East Point, still acting 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 ass

Not, thinking about them six courses that I need to pass

Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies

Damn, that’s fucked up. I should of listened when my mama told me

That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later

Figured she was talking yin-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 feelin broke and shit

Huh, but that don’t matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST

So get up off your ass