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, "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