Charms Alarm Lyrics

A-hem

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

[Common]

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, "Bla;ck 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

..

[Common]

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
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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

..

[Common]

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, "Eve;rybody 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

Common Sense Charms Alarm