Clipse - Popular Demand lyrics

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 sh**'s astronomical Hoes lining up on the curb they fall like dominoes Used to have this white b**h she looked like Madonna though Heard that she f**ing LeBron, but sh** I don't know Like that Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago bu*t-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no I mean the Delano I mean Pharrell'll know The hair shop b**h from D.C. hey P let 'em know! (Yeah that b**h was hot) Yeah yeah but it was time to go Them hoes come in eenie, meanie, miny-moe! Yugch! 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! Mami good down to the cuticles I'm Cam! What's your name Beautiful Like man! I could get used to you Or the ram! 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 n***as bundle gram From below you tumble get merked on the humble And the gat on the belt on the hip And I keep a Pharrell with the Clipse Drive a hard bargain (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied I know ya moms well, tell ya mother Hi. I'm the other guy that got ya mother high Coke like a caterpillar I make bu*ter-fly (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 Goddamn the boy's back For pushing a mountain of snow 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 Lo-Jack 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 I exist Generation lost they saying they can't reach us The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever I kept 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 unh! (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