Popular Demand (Popeyes) [feat. Cam'ron and Pharrell]

Uh

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 C-L fly

Outside of Popeye's, eating chicken and fries

Yeah, come holla at ya uncle

I understand, I'm back by popular demand

You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal

Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo'

Now I'm laying out at the Delano though

But don't get it twisted, the Uzi's in the lining though

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing "Geronimo"

Pull up in the C-L, the shit's astronomical

Hoes lining up on the curb, they fall like dominoes

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

Heard that she fucking LeBron, but shit, I don't know

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

Butt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no

I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell'll know

The head shop bitch from DC, aye P, let 'em know

Yeah, that bitch was hot, ****

Yeah, yeah, but it was time to go

Them hoes comin', eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Yeah, 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 C-L fly

Outside of Popeye's, eating chicken and fries

Yeah, come holla at ya uncle

I understand, I'm back by popular demand

Why wouldn't I be?

Look at shorty

Damn

Oh, mami good down to the cuticles

I'm Cam, what's your name beautiful?

Like, man, I could get used to you

Woulda ran if you knew what I used to do

But call me uncle, yeah, Uncle Cam

I tax 'em, like who? Like Uncle Sam

From the jungle fam where **** bundle gram

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

And the gat in the belt on the hip

And I keep a Pharrell with the Clipse

Drive a hard bargain, I'm Harlem's only Gagarin

Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-by

I know your moms well, tell your mother, "Hi"

I'm the other guy that got your mother high

Coke like a caterpillar, I make butter fly

Mami, you miss me, don't you?

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

You should call me uncle

I understand, I'm back by popular demand

That new C-L fly

Outside of Popeye's eating chicken and fries

Yeah, come holla at ya uncle

I understand, I'm back by popular demand

Goddamn, the boy's back

From pushing the mountain of Sno-Caps to avoiding the Kojak

The pioneer of the coke rap

I'm dancing with the stars, stepping on blow, doing 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 mislead any kid that's fatherless

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

Generation lost, they saying 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 watching 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 coming back

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

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

Before it's too late, all I can tell 'em is repent, uh

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 C-L fly

Outside of Popeye's, eating chicken and fries

Yeah, come holla at ya uncle

I understand, I'm back by popular demand

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