Big Jerm - Musical Chairs lyrics

[Intro] Ayo.. Yo what up Jerm? Beat's crazy 'bout to get my drink on Go to one of them high school parties you know what I'm sayin? Chyeah [Verse 1] Ayo if you got a cup put it up in the air And if you smokin' on a blunt better puff it and share You don't know you wake up not rememberin' last night That shorty with the a** like the bottom of a bagpipe Girl s**ed my dick like she was swallowin' a mag light Gotta get my cash right livin' in this fast life I'm f**ed up the room is spinnin' the ceiling is gone I'm spittin' game on a girl but I'm feelin' her mom I'm sippin' Crisie gettin' pissy while k**in' in pong I'm runnin' tables while my peoples are twistin' some bomb Listen it's on I'm the man of the night I shine bright can you handle the light? They can't stand that I'm white With a ego find me like Nemo Chillin' with the homies and you know we let the trees blow Y'all ain't makin' one point like a free throw Haha yeah.. and the beat go [Hook] Get down get up Get down get up Get down get up Get down get up And move around like it was musical chairs Get ya a** off your seat find yourself a new chair Get down get up Get down get up Get down get up Get down get up And move around like it was musical chairs Get ya a** off your seat find yourself a new chair [Verse 2] Party hard mu'f**er party hard Have a ball laugh a little hardy har You hardly saw sh** but now I'm all up in your face With mixtape money boy, no wallet is a waste With a rubber band, dutch with a dozen grams Smoking 'til I'm off my head Now everybody do the runnin' man We takin' it back it's easy boy I'm all three members of the Beastie Boys So fight for the right to party Everybody stand up like Steve Harvey I got surfers like "Damn he's gnarly" And mother's givin' me a free bowl of beef barley Ridin' in the back back Back on the carseat Gettin' out then park it in the car keys Youngin' I'm reckless with blunts with my breakfast And I'm rockin' more dunts and goin' at kids Yes it's Mac.. Mac.. Mac.. Mac.. [Hook] [Verse 3] And I'ma get my diploma You need to notice I'm a scholar Runnin' through the streets ever since I was a toddler Playin' cops and robbers Always was a robber In my neighborhood all day like Mr. Rogers Now a little taller, hip hop monster Eight-legged flow you can call me Peter Parker I know you see it boy I'm weeded and spittin' it real To match my style kid you best be equipped with some steel My swagger mean dress fresh and so clean In a flash getting change like a vending machine Then I'm out pocket of piff hop in the whip Head to the first dip at the top of the list Roll in easy got you drinks for the free On lean and my eyes still chink from the tree Hoes out the playpen Eyes behind some Rayban's It's mayhem livin' in this teenage wasteland [Hook] Get down get up Get down get up Get down get up Get down get up And move around And move around Get get get get Get down get up Get down get up Get down get up Get down get up And move around like it was musical chairs Get ya a** off your seat find yourself a new chair