Charms Alarm Lyrics
| Song | Charms Alarm |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | thisisme then: the best of common |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 |
| zuo ci : Common Sense | |
| Ahem | |
| 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, hello? is anybody there? | |
| I' m not a step, so don' t stare | |
| Because i rockwell 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 peepee, yo you don' t know me | |
| You' re just a new kid on my jock, tipseekin 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, woowoohwoohwooh! 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 suckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr | |
| 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 lowdowns 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 twoway 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, ahreally down.. | |
| .. with true hiphop you suckers |
| zuò cí : Common Sense | |
| Ahem | |
| 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, hello? is anybody there? | |
| I' m not a step, so don' t stare | |
| Because i rockwell 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 peepee, yo you don' t know me | |
| You' re just a new kid on my jock, tipseekin 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, woowoohwoohwooh! 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 suckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr | |
| 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 lowdowns 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 twoway 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, ahreally down.. | |
| .. with true hiphop you suckers |
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