Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)
Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)


[Boots Riley:]
May you tumble and fall down your grand marble stairway

May that caviar pâté you were eating block your airway
May your manservant deliver the Heimlich with honor
May this make you vomit on your Dolce Gabbana

May your wife's worried face show a horrific expression
May you realize she's not worried, that's just Botox injections
May all the commotion cause to crash your chandelier

And propel into your rear
It's sharp diamonds from DeBeers
May your Ferrari break down, may your chauffeur get high

And smash up your stretch Rolls up on Rodeo Drive
Off the breaking backs of others is where you got all your bucks
Till we make the revolution, I just hope your life sucks


[Chorus: Boots Riley]
All my people in the place put your fist in the air

All my down mutha$#&@as get up out of your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for you here
'Cept for that mutha$#&@a right there, get him

Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)

[Boots Riley:]

May your Champagne not bubble
May your pinot be sour
May the white stuff you snortin be 96 percent flour

May the famous rapper you bring to your daughters sweet 16

Get some pride and walk out as if born with a spleen

May the death squads you hire be bad with instructions
And by mistake be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin'
May this make your party guests forsake their white Russians

And dive behind the Jimmy Martin cryin' and cussin'
May your chef be off pissin in the bisque in the kitchen
May I $$#ume your autobiography is filed under fiction

'Cause off the breakin backs of others is where you got all your cash
Till we make the revolution, I hope your life sucks $$#


[Chorus: Boots Riley]
All my people in the place put your fist in the air
All my down mutha$#&@as get up out of your chairs

All my real down peoples we got love for you here
'Cept for that mutha$#&@a right there, get him
Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (100 little curses)

Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-, wha- ow! )
[Guitar solo]
All my people in the place put your fist in the air

All my down mutha$#&@as get up out of your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for you here
'Cept for that mutha$#&@a right there, get him

Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (100 little curses)
Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (ch-ch-ow)