Charms Alarm

Common

Composição de: Common Sense
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, "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 

.. 

[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 
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, "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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