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Calabama
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Calabama was released on August 28, 2026 by Legacy Recordings as a part of the album Timeless
August 28, 2026
LabelLegacy Recordings
LanguageEnglish
BPM116
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Woo
Uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Come on
All the pretty ladies
Just clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
All the pretty ladies
Just clap your hands
[Verse 2]
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 Calabama
Talkin' mo' stuff
I guess a hundred million records ain't enough
I started countin' from the first to last
Anybody dope 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
[Chorus]
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 Calabama get bugged
[Verse 3]
Purple coated 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 a partner gather 'round
This is how we all get down
[Chorus]
Woo, 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 Calabama get bugged, c'mon
[Bridge]
Horns
Uh
Horns
Uh, uh
[Verse 4]
Ha, like a rip shot on a new roost joint, uh
My bands tight, yeah, anointed all natural
Pass my tape, go straight to jail
And another thing when I sing
Black and white hold hands
Stop clappin' when we enter the jam
Black dance if you wanna just clap your hands here we come
[Chorus]
Y'all, uh, Prince and the 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 Prince and the band, look out
[Verse 5]
Happy 'cause we just got paid
Free from all contracts chillin' in the shade of the sun's light
Ah, we got it right, distribute your own
Make a mill 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, Prince and the band
Prince and the band
[Verse 6]
Hit me now
Record labels used to be a friend of mine
Now they're just a monument of wasted 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're giving them half
Expenses off the top, who's taking a bath?
Seven years of prime life, it's only the 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
[Outro]
Y'all can't understand
Just clap your hands, just clap your hands
Uh, from Prince and the band
Written by: Prince

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