Clipse - Popular Demand (Feat. Cam'ron)

(Pharrell) 

Mami, you miss me, don’t you? 

Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? 

(Heh) You should call me uncle 

I understand, I’m back by popular demand 

That new CL slide 

Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries 

(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle 

I understand, I’m back by popular demand 

(Pusha T) 

You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal 

Used to bag work in VA at Econo Lo 

Now I’m layin’ out at the Delino though 

But don’t get it twisted, the Uzi’s in the liner, no 

Hollow tip, dum-dums, and flesh like piranhas know 

Such a scary thing to hear the souls sing Geronimo 

Pull up in the CL, the ship’s astronomical 

Hoes linin’ up on the curb, they fall like dominoes 

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like Madonna though 

Heard that she fuckin’ LeBron, but shit, I don’t know 

Like that, Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago 

Butt-nekkid, on the balcony at the Dallino 

I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell’ll know 

The head shop bitch from DC? Hey, P, let ‘em know 

(Yeah, that bitch was hot, nigga) But it was time to go 

Them hoes come in eeny, meeny, minie moe 

(Pharrell) 

Mami, you miss me, don’t you? 

Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? 

(Heh) You should call me uncle 

I understand, I’m back by popular demand 

That new CL slide 

Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries 

(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle 

I understand, I’m back by popular demand 

(Cam’ron) 

Why wouldn’t I be? Look at shorty (Daaamn) 

Uh, mami good down to the cuticles (I’m Caaaam) 

What’s your name, beautiful, like (Caaam) 

I could get used to your (Raaam) 

If you knew what I used to do 

But call me, I’m old, what, Uncle Cam? 

I tax (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam 

From the jungle fam, where niggas bundle grams 

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble and 

(Aaaand) The gat on, the belt on the hip

(Aaaand) I keep it fa’ rell with the clips (Clips) 

Drive a hard bargain (Bargain) 

I’m Harlem’s only God gorgon, car foreign 

Duh, the man st-st-stutter by 

I knew your moms well, tell your mother hi 

I’m the other guy that got your mother high 

Up like a caterpillar, I make butter fly 

(Pharrell) 

Mami, you miss me, don’t you? 

Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? 

(Heh) You should call me uncle 

I understand, I’m back by popular demand 

That new CL slide 

Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries 

(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle 

I understand, I’m back by popular demand 

(Malice) 

Cot damn, the boy’s back 

For pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps or avoiding the Kojak 

The pioneer of the coke rap 

I’m dancin’ with the stars, steppin’ on blow, doin’ the toe-tap 

The dope return like I had it on LoJack 

It made its way home like a road map 

I fathered this 

If I misled any kid that’s fatherless 

That burden’s on my soul as long as I exist 

Generation lost, they sayin’ they can’t reach us 

The answer is the Lord, like Saturday Night Fever 

I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper 

Whether watchin’ for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper 

Way deeper than rap 

Money and hoes, it’s deeper than that 

Fight the temptation, but it keep comin’ back 

Money stack to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense 

Who knew those commas meant you could lose your common sense? 

Before it’s too late, all I can tell ‘em is repent 

(Pharrell) 

Mami, you miss me, don’t you? 

Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? 

(Heh) You should call me uncle 

I understand, I’m back by popular demand 

That new CL slide 

Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries 

(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle 

I understand, I’m back by popular demand