Popular - Pharrell Williams

Uh, 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 CL fly

Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries

Yeah, come holla at your uncle

I understand, I’m back by popular demand

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., ay P, let 'em know!

(Yeah that bitch was hot nigga) Yeah yeah, but it was time to go

Them hoes come in «eenie, meenie, minie-mo»

Yuugh!

Mami you miss me, don’t you?

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 CL fly

Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries

Yeah, come holla at your uncle

I understand, I’m back by popular demand

Why wouldn’t I be?

Look at shorty (Dammmn!)

Uh, mami good down to the cuticles, «I'm (Cammm)

What’s your name, beautiful?»

Like (Mannn)

I could get used to you, woulda (Rannn)

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 grams

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble (Annnd)

The gat on the belt on the hip (Annnd)

I keep it for real with the clips

Drive a hard bargain (bargain)

I’m Harlem’s only Gagarin, 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, I

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 CL fly

Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries

Yeah, come holla at your uncle

I understand, I’m back by popular demand

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 road map, 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

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 CL fly

Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries

Yeah, come holla at your uncle

I understand, I’m back by popular demand

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