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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 d***, 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 sh**
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 sh**
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 d*** kids, that wanna be hard
You're fraudulent, I can tell a p**** 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 motherf***er
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 sh** 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 sh**
So don't be comin to me with that, we can go out, you pay
Cancel that bi***, it's the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and skins is gettin cut off
Ridin on my sh**, just to get they nut off
Not, no cops, just low-downs want a lick
If you ain't down with the 'van, d***, get off the d***
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 bi***, 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
f***in 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 sh** 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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