Calabama

Whoo Uh uh uh Come on All the pretty ladies just clap your hands Clap your hands clap your hands All the pretty ladies just clap your 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 ten bodyguards to none If they don't read then posse no fun But here come Calibama talkin' mo' stuff Guess a hundred million records ain't enough All-Stars are comin' 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 just show me love Watch Calibama get bugged Uh all the pretty ladies just clap your hands All the funky brothers dance to my band Ha NPG cuttin' up your rug Uh watch Calibama get bugged Verbal coat in flattery Drum machine electricity Every time I look I see Another facsimile Pick and drumstick not in hand See no music on the stand Grab your partner gather 'round This is how we all get down Whoo All the pretty ladies just clap your hands All the funky brothers dance to my band NPG NPG cuttin' up your rug Uh lawd watch Calibama get bugged Come on Horns Uh Horns Uh uh Like a rim shot on a New Roots joint My band's tight yeah Anointed all natural Pass my tape go straight to jail And another thing when I sing Black and white hold hands Start clappin' when we enter the jam Back dance if you wanna just clap your hands Here we come y'all uh Prisoner Band Good God All the pretty ladies just clap your hands All the funky brothers dance to my band Uh New Power G yeah we got a new drug Here we come y'all Prisoner Band Look out Happy 'cause we just got paid Free from all contracts Chillin' in the shade of the sun's light Oh 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 your hands Don't build nothin' just clap your hands Here we come y'all uh Prisoner Band Ha Prisoner 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 on recruit when your band get dropped Got your own label but you're givin' 'em half Expenses off the top who's takin' a bath? Seven years of grind like it's only your name Is what you pay to keep yourself a slave to that game And 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 your hands just clap your hands Uh the Prisoner Band