Big plate tell me where's my meat
You ride a car from the passenger seat
Big words about a little plan
A little boy with a card that says man
And everybody's goin nowhere
Ripped off on a rip fof street
Talkin? bout a thing that's not happenin? here
Ripped off to a ripoff beat
Big glass but it's filled up with ice
You order grand then you eat a slice
They got the sign but they aint got the goods
Like a seven inch record at an LP price
I know you you got your house down on rip-off street
I know you you got them dancin to the rip-off beat
I know you you walk around on your rip-off feet
I'm tellin you baby I'm gonna give you some - heat
Writer(s): Ewald Pfleger, Kurt Plisnier, Herwig Ruedisser
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