Common - Charms Alarm lyrics

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What we have here is a very, serious delicate situation 

Lots of people out here always ridin the dick, hmmph 

But check this out 

I like your style, I like your stride 

and I like your motivation 

But the Late Show, we ain't standin for that shit 

So my man right here he wrote a little song about it 

Why don't you sing it 


Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com 

Call me Mr. Hollywood -- check it out! 

Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com 

Call me Mr. Hollywood 

On the Goodship, Lollipop 

POP goes the lolli lolli, for I'm, the Jolly 

Good Fellow, he-LLO? Is anybody there? 

I'm not a step, so don't stare 

Because I Rock-well I always feel like 

I always feel like, Somebody's Watchin Me 

ooh, Somebody's Watchin Me 

It's gotta be that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit 

I say say say, "Black get off the 'zack, 

you block my urinal tract" 

I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't know me 

You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony 

It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride 

So when you see me homey, just please just step aside 

Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the Southside 

where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go outside 

Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card 

and nowadays it's all these dick kids, that wanna be hard 

You're FRAUDULENT, I can tell a pussy by his scent 

So sorry, but the van got tipped 

And out is how I'm lookin, I'm lookin out for my people 

I'm fly like I'm fly like but me don't have no eagle 

Beat the beater with the juice, how far would you go to 

You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-WOOH! * sings like En Vogue* 

You wasn't down from the +Jump+, so why you wanna Kris Kross? 

You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker 

Get lost, cause youse a sucker 



We really lucky we got em, you can spot em 

from a distance, now let's just say FOR INSTANCE 

you got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by some snake 

little wench -- is you is, or is you ain't 

the suck-errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 

You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit occur 

Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for your dough 

She get your money mo money mo money money mo! 

I couldn't go out like that if it was my first day off of punishment 

Just call me Kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit 

So don't be comin to me with that, "We can go out, you pay" 

Cancel that bitch, it's the, Unamerican way 

This is the circumcision, and skins is gettin cut off 

Ridin on my shit, just to get they nut off 

NOT, no cops, just low-downs want a lick 

If you ain't down with the 'Van, Dyke, get off the Dick 

Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you tried 

to play me like I was booty but now you're just a groupie 

Sweatin me uhh, sweatin me uhh 

Tellin me when I get big don't be forgettin me uhh 

But forget you, forgot you, after, I rock you 

It's Blo Pop time bitch, you better set your clock 

to the Charms Alarm 



Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road? 

To get to the other side?! 

Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road? 

To get to the other side, now check it out 

I got the pep in my step, the slide in my glide 

So I won't trip, when I let my backbone slip 

Some shake it to the East, I'm shakin West, well I'ma shake your mid 

And I'ma get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib 

I barbeque the mouths HEY, I barbeque the mouths 

Cause mom always said - don't play wack in the house! 

So take that garbage to the backyard 

And I was like, "Everybody wanna wanna rap hard" 

Before you wasn't hardcore, so Sonic why ya flipped? 

How you gonna hop when you ain't hip? 

You found rap, on a two-way street - and lost it 

on a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo Rico Suave 

Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the crank 

Elvis Presley Jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't 

No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on stage 

and take off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose 

You knows and I knows, that's how you sell your record 

Because your shit is BUTT, you gotta get NAKED 

But you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me 

I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me 

You got no Soul man, and you need to get a Pound 

Cause you, ain't, ah-really down.. 

.. with true hip-hop you SUCKERS
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