Calabama-Prince

Calabama

歌手:Prince

专辑:Calabama

时间:2026-10-09

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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

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