Musical Chairs

(album: The High Life - 2009)

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

Ayo, if you got a cup, put it up in the air
And if you smoking on a blunt, better puff it and share
Y'all know you wake up not remembering last night
That shorty with the ass like the bottom of a bagpipe
Girl sucked my dick like she was swallowing a mag light (Chyeah)
Gotta get my cash right, living in this fast life (Uh-huh)
I'm fucked up, the room is spinning, the ceiling is gone (Gone)
I'm spitting game on a girl, but I'm feeling her mom (Mom)
I'm sipping Crisie, getting pissy while killing in pong (Pong)
I'm running tables while my peoples are twisting some bomb (Bomb)
Listen, it's on, I'm the man of the night (Uh-huh)
I shine bright, can you handle the light? (Uh-uh)
They can't stand that I'm white (Chyeah)
With a ego, find me like Nemo
Chilling with the homies and you know we let the trees blow (Chyeah, chyeah)
Y'all ain't making one point like a free throw
Ha ha, yeah, and the beat go

Get down, get up, get down, get up
Get down, get up, get down, get up
And move around ('round), like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass 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 ('round), like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat, find yourself a new chair (Chyeah)

Party hard, muhfucker, party hard (Yuh, yup)
Have a ball, laugh a little, hardy-har (Hardy-har)
You hardly saw shit, but now I'm all up in your face (Face)
With mixtape money, boy, my wallet is a waste (Waste)
With a rubber band, Dutch with a dozen grams
Smoking 'til it numbs my head
Now everybody do the running man (Ha ha)
We taking it back, it's easy, boy (Yuh, yup)
I'm all three members of the Beastie Boys
So fight, fight for the right to party
Everybody stand up like Steve Harvey
I got surfers like, "Damn, he's gnarly"
And mother's giving me a free bowl of beef barley (Yup)
Riding in the back, back, back on the car seat (Chyeah)
Getting out, then pocketing the car keys
Young and I'm reckless, with blunts with my breakfast
And I'm rocking more dunks than Garnett gets
Yes, it's Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Get down, get up, get down, get up
Get down, get up, get down, get up
And move around ('round), like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass 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 ('round), like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat, find yourself a new chair (Chyeah)

And I'ma get my diploma (What?)
You need to notice I'm a scholar
Running through the streets ever since I was a toddler (Uh)
Playing cops and robbers (Uh), always was a robber (Uh)
In my neighborhood all day like Mr. Rogers (Chyeah)
Now a little taller, hip hop monster
Eight-legged flow, you can call me Peter Parker (Peter Parker)
I know you see it, boy, I'm weeded and spitting it real (Real)
To match my style, kid, you best be equipped with some steel (Steel)
My swagger mean, dress fresh and so clean
In a flash, getting change like a vending machine (Chyeah)
Then I'm out, pocket of piff, hop in the whip
Head to the first dip at the top of the list (Ayo)
Roll in easy, got you drinks for the free
On lean and my eyes still chink from the tree (From the tree)
Hoes out the playpen, eyes behind some Rayban's
It's mayhem living in this teenage wasteland (Chyeah)

Get down, get up, get down, get up
Get down, get up, get down, get up
And move around ('round), like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass 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 ('round), like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat, find yourself a new chair (Chyeah)
Get down, get up, get down, get up
Get down, get up, get down, get up
And move around (Move around)
Then move around (Move around)
Get, get, get, get
Get down, get up, get down, get up (Uh-huh)
Get down, get up, get down, get up
And move around, like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your—

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