Clipse - Popular Demand (Popeyes) lyrics

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Clipse - Popular Demand (Popeyes) lyrics

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 CL sly Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries Yeah, come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand You are now listenin' to the all time phenomenal Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo' Now I'm layin' out at the Delano though But don't get it twisted the Uzi's in the linin' 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 sh**'s astronomical Hoes linin' up on the curb, they fall like dominoes Used to have this white b**h, she looked like Madonna though Heard that she f**in' 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 eeenie, meenie, miny-moe 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 CL sly Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries Yeah, come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand 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 murked on the humble And the gat on 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-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*terfly 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 CL sly Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries Yeah, come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand Goddamn the boy's back For pushin' a mountain of snowcaps to avoidin' 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 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 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 avoidin' the Grim Reaper We're deeper than rap, money and hoes, it's deeper than that Fight the temptation, but it keep comin' back Money stacked to the ceilin' just as quick as it dispense Who knew them comments meant you could lose your common sense? Before it's too late, all I can tell 'em is repent 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 CL sly Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries Yeah, come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand