Popular Demand (Popeyes)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Ugh, mami, you miss me, don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? Huh, you should call me uncle I understand, I'm back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eating chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holler at your uncle I understand, I'm back by popular demand [Verse 1: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams] You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal Used to bag work in VA 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 CL, 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 D.C., ayy, P, let 'em know (Yeah, that bitch was hot, nigga) Yeah, yeah, but it was time to go Them hoes coming eeny, meeny, miny, moe Yuugh [Chorus: Pharrell Williams, Pharrell Williams & Pusha T] Mami, you miss me, don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? (This shit is crazy out here, nigga) Huh, you should call me uncle I understand, I'm back by popular demand (Niggas come 'round here, know what I'm sayin') That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries (Know that we ending that shit quick, nigga) Yeah, come holler at your uncle (Know you should know yourself in the street, right?) I understand (Haha), I'm back by popular demand (Ah) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Why wouldn't I be? Look at shorty (Damn) Uh, mami good down to the cuticles, I'm Cam (Killa) What's your name, beautiful? Like, man (Miss) 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 (Oh) From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble, and The gat on the belt on the hip And I keep it for real with the clips Drive a hard bargain (Bargain) I'm Harlem's only Gar-gar-gin, car foreign The other man stood-stood stutter-fied 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 [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Cam'ron] Mami, you miss me, don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? (This shit is crazy out here, nigga, don't you?) Huh, you should call me uncle (Uncle) I understand, I'm back by popular demand (Niggas come 'round here, know what I'm sayin') That new CL slide (Killa, Killa) Outside of Popeyes, eating chicken and fries (Know that we ending that shit quick, nigga) Yeah, come holler at your uncle (Know you should know yourself in the street, right?) I understand (Haha), I'm back by popular demand (Ah) [Verse 3: No Malice] Goddamn, the boy's back From pushing a 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 returned like I had it on LoJack It made its way home like a roadmap, I fathered this If I misled 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 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, ugh [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Mami, you miss me, don't you? (Yessir) Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? (This shit is crazy out here, nigga) Huh, you should call me uncle I understand, I'm back by popular demand (Niggas come 'round here, know what I'm sayin') That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eating chicken and fries (Know that we ending that shit quick, nigga) Yeah, come holler at your uncle (Know you should know yourself in the street, right?) I understand (Haha), I'm back by popular demand (Ah) [Outro: Pharrell Williams] Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)