Street Sweeper Social Club - 100 Little Curses

Wo ohohoh Wo ohohoh Wo ohohoh oh 100 little curses x2 Now you tumble and fall Down your grand marble stairway May the caviar, patois you were eating Block your airway May your manservant deliver The Heimlich, with honor May this make you vomit on your DolceGabbana May your wife's worried face show her horrific expression May you realize she's not worried, that's just Botox injections May all the commotion cause to crash the chandelier (?) Shock diamonds from DeBeers May your Ferrari break down May your chauffeur get high And smash up your stretch Rolls Up Rodeo Drive Off the breaking backs of others Where you got all your bucks Till we make the revolution I just hope your life sucks All my people in the place put your fist in the air All my damn mother get up out of your chairs All my real damn peoples we got love for here Except for that mother right there Get him Wo ohohoh Wo ohohoh Wo ohohoh oh 100 little curses May your champagne not bubble May your pinot be sour May that white stuff you snort be 96% flour May the famous rapper you bring To your daughter's sweet sixteen Get some pride and walk out, as if born with a spleen May the death squads you hire be bad with instructions, And by misake be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin May this make your parties get ? and white Russians Dive behind the chimney all cryin and cussin May your chef be all pissin in the bisque in the kitchen May I assume your autobiography is filed under fiction Cuz on the breakin backs of others is where you got all your cash Till we make the revolution I hope your life sucks ass All my people in the place put your fist in the air All my damn mother get up out of your chairs All my real damn peoples we got love for here Except for that mother right there Get him Wo ohohoh Wo ohohoh Wo ohohoh oh 100 little curses