Calabama

Intro: 
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Whoo 
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 Uh, uh, uh 

Come on, yeah 
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All the pretty ladies just clap your hands 
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Clap your hands, clap your hands 
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All the pretty ladies just clap your hands 


 
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I just got some news today 
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Everything I wished for came my way 
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Love and peace and big money 
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More new members in the family 
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Haters finally dropped their guns 
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Wasn't loaded anyway, scared no one 
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Went from ten bodyguards to none 

If they don't read, then posse no fun 
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But here come Calibama talkin' mo' stuff 
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Guess a hundred million records ain't enough 
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All-Stars ar comin' from the first to last 

Anybody don't can 
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Stay quiet while I bring th noise 
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We just got some brand new toys 
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If y'all ready just show me love 

Watch Calibama get bugged 
 

 
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 Uh, all the pretty ladies just clap your hands 
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 All the funky brothers dance to my band 
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 Ha, NPG cuttin' up your rug, uh 
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 Uh, watch Calibama get bugged 
 

 
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Verbal coat in flattery 
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Drum machine electricity 
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Every time I look I see 

Another facsimile 
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Pick and drumstick not in hand 
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See no music on the stand 
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 Grab your partner, gather 'round 

This is how we all get down 
 

 
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 Whoo 
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All the pretty ladies just clap your hands 
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 All the funky brothers dance to my band 
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 NPG, NPG cuttin' up your rug 
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 Uh, lawd 

Watch Calibama get bugged, come on 
 

 
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 Horns 
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Horns 
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   Uh, uh 
 

 
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Uh, like a rim shot on a New Roots joint 

My band's tight, yeah 
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Anointed, all natural 

Pass my tape, go straight to jail 
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And another thing, when I sing 

Black and white hold hands 

Start clappin' when we enter the jam 
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Back dance if you wanna just clap your hands 

Here we come, y'all, uh 
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Prisoner Band, good God 
 

 
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  All the pretty ladies just clap your hands 
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  All the funky brothers dance to my band 
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  Uh, New Power G, yeah, we got a new drug 
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  Here we come, y'all, Prisoner Band 
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Look out 
 

 
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Happy 'cause we just got paid 

Free from all contracts 
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Chillin' in the shade of the sun's light 
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Oh, we got it right 

Distribute your own, make a mil' overnight 
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Before the tax come, quick buy some land 

Don't build nothin', just clap your hands 
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Don't build nothin', just clap your hands 

Here we come, y'all, uh 
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Prisoner Band 

Ha, Prisoner Band 
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  Oh, hear me now 
 

 
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Record labels used to be a friend of mine 
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Now they're just a monumental waste of time 
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Sell a million records, make a dollar a pop 
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You're still on recruit when your band get dropped 
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Got your own label but you're givin' 'em half 
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Expenses off the top, who's takin' a bath? 
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Seven years of grind like it's only your name 

Is what you pay to keep yourself a slave to that game 
 

Outro: 
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And what you can't do alone is not worth the fame 
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All of y'all get older but I still look the same 
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Too funky, y'all can't understand 
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   Just clap your hands, just clap your hands 
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Uh, the Prisoner Band