Common - Charms Alarm lyrics

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!
You wasn't down from the jump
So why you wanna criss cross?
You no business buyin
Insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause youse a sucker

I'll be your lollipop
I'll be your lollipop
I'll be your lollipop
Yo can lick me everywhere

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 sucker you gotta gotta be, gotta be
To let the shit occur
Gettin pimped, by a ho, 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

I'll be your lollipop
I'll be your lollipop
I'll be your lollipop
Yo can lick me everywhere

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'mma shake your mid
And I'mma 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
Really down with true hip-hop you suckers