Calabama - Prince
Lyrics by:Prince
Composed by:Prince
Arranged by:Prince
Produced by:Prince
All the pretty ladies just clap yo hands
Clap yo hands clap yo hands
All the pretty ladies just clap yo hands
I just got some news today
Everything I wished for came my way
Love and peace and big money
More new members in the family
Haters finally dropped their guns
Wasn't loaded anyway scared no one
Went from 10 bodyguards to none
If they don't read then posse no fun
But here come Calabama talking more stuff
I guess a 100 million records ain't enough
I started countin' from the first to last
Anybody don't can
Stay quiet while I bring the noise
We just got some brand new toys
If y'all ready to show me love
Watch Calabama get bugged
All the pretty ladies just clap yo hands
All the funky brothers dance to my band
NPG cuttin' up your rug
Watch Calabama get bugged
Purple coat in flattery
Drum machine 'lectricity
Every time I look I see
Another facsimile
Pick & drumstick not in hand
See no music on the stand
Grab a partner gather round
This is how we all get down
All the pretty ladies just clap yo hands
All the funky brothers dance to my band
NPG cuttin' up your rug
Watch Calabama get bugged
Come on
Horns
Uh
Horns
Uh uh
Like a rimshot on a New Roots joint
My band's tight yeah
Anointed au naturel
Pass my tape go straight to jail
And another thing when I sing black and white
Hold hands starts clappin' when we enter the jam packed
Dance if you wanna just clap yo hands
Here we come y'all uh
Prince and the band
Good God
All the pretty ladies just clap yo hands
All the funky brothers dance to my band
New Power G yeah we got a new drug
Here we come y'all Prince and the band
Look out
Happy cause we just got paid
Free from all contracts
Chillin' in the shade of the sun's light
We got it right
Distribute your own make a mil' overnight
Before the tax come quick buy some land
Don't build nothin' just clap ya hands
Don't build nothin' just clap ya hands
Here we come y'all
Prince and the band
Prince and the band
Oh hear me now
Record labels used to be a friend of mine
Now they're just a monumental waste of time
Sell a million records make a dollar a pop
You're still unrecouped when your band get dropped
Got your own label but you given 'em half
Expenses off the top who's takin' a bath?
7 years of prime life your soul and your name
Is what you pay to keep yourself a slave to that game
What you can't do alone is not worth the fame
All of y'all get older but I still look the same
Too funky y'all can't understand
Just clap ya hands just clap ya hands
For Prince and the band