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 ***-***s eat flesh like piranhas though

Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo

Pull up in the C-L the ***'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 *** LeBron, but *** 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