Popular Demand Lyrics - Til The Casket Drops - Clipse

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 hair shop bitch from D.C. hey P let 'em know! (Yeah that bitch 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 niggas 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 butter-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