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Clipse - Popular Demand (Popeyes) (featuring Cam'ron)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
No Malice
No Malice
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
Gene Thornton
Gene Thornton
Songwriter
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Executive Producer
The Neptunes
The Neptunes
Producer
Hart Gunther
Hart Gunther
Assistant Engineer
Pj McGinnis
Pj McGinnis
Assistant Engineer
Skitzo For Frenyc Productions
Skitzo For Frenyc Productions
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Ghazi Hourani
Ghazi Hourani
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Cameron Giles, Gene Thornton, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton
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