[Chorus: Pharrell]
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 eatin' chicken and fries,
Yeah, come holla at your uncle,
I understand I'm back by popular demand.
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
You are now listenin' to the all-time phenomenal,
Used to bag work in VA at the Econo Lo',
Now I'm layin' 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 linin' up on the curb, they fall like dominoes.
Used to have this white bitch, she looked like Madonna though,
Heard that she fuckin' 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?
[Chorus: Pharrell]
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 eatin' chicken and fries,
Yeah, come holla at your uncle,
I understand I'm back by popular demand.
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
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 Pharrell with the Clipse.
Drive a hard bargain,
I'm Harlem's only Gar-gar-gin, car foreign,
The Duh Duh Man stut-stut 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]
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 eatin' chicken and fries,
Yeah, come holla at your uncle,
I understand I'm back by popular demand.
[Verse 3: Malice]
Goddamn, the boy's back!!
From pushin' a mountain of Sno-Caps 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 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 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.
Way deeper than rap, money and hoes, it's deeper than that,
Fight the temptation, but it keep comin' 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]
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 eatin' chicken and fries,
Yeah, come holla at your uncle,
I understand I'm back by popular demand.