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Digital Underground - Freaks of the Industry
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donna Summer
Donna Summer
Sampled Artist
Kent Racker
Kent Racker
Bass Guitar
Money B.
Money B.
Vocals
Shock G
Shock G
Vocals
The Piano-Man
The Piano-Man
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donna Summer
Donna Summer
Songwriter
Giorgio Moroder
Giorgio Moroder
Songwriter
Gregory Jacobs
Gregory Jacobs
Songwriter
Pete Bellotte
Pete Bellotte
Songwriter
Ronald R. Brooks
Ronald R. Brooks
Songwriter
Digital Underground
Digital Underground
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Digital Underground
Digital Underground
Producer
Atron Gregory
Atron Gregory
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, we're the freaks of the industry
My man, Money B
Oh my mellow, Shock G
The freaks of the industry
And when you see us backstage
Be prepared to G
[Verse 2]
Well they say that birds do it, bees do it (Do it)
Time to freak, Money B gets to it
Not a heavyweight, but I go 12 rounds
With a jab and a stick, I'm goin' lick for lick, so
Give me the helmet, I'll be the stunt man
Just relax, and I won't front
Like Anita, I'm giving you the best that I got
And I'll be takin' it slow, never missin' a spot
(Yes) Caressing your back we're chest to chest
She kissing on my freckles
I nibble around you ears, before I suck upon your neck
Oh, Money B, yeah, that's what you'll be screamin' and creamin'
But it's not a wet dream, it's the real
The freaky dog dot nasty
Never lettin' a kitty cat get past me
Without pickin' it up, pettin' it, teasin' it
Takin' it on home and pleasin' it
[Verse 3]
'Cause we're the freaks of the industry
You's a freak, Money B
You got that, Shock G
The freaks of the industry
And when you see us backstage
Be prepared to G
[Verse 4]
Say you're G'ing (G'ing?)
Nobody else is seein'
And the freak that you're with is in front of you
Bendin' over naked, and she's leanin' on the dresser (Boo-yeah)
You're looking at her from the rear (Yeah)
She looks just like Vanessa (The right stuff)
Uh uh, not Vanessa with the singing career
But the X rated video queen
Know what I mean (Uh-huh)
Alright here's the scene
[Verse 5]
You're lying on your back with your head on the edge of the bed
The boots two feet from your head
Should you, A, take the time to find a condom
B, you walk right over and you pound 'em
C, tell her that you want her love
Well the answer is D (D), all of the above
So you're freakin' (Freakin')
The furniture's squeakin' (Squeakin')
Sayin' that she's weak in the knees
Cheek to cheek, and pound for pound
You're taxin' it and waxin' it and working around
Till the booty starts making that clappin' sound
Which is cool, but you friends are chilling in the other room
The clappin's getting louder
You don't want them to clown you
In this situation, what do you do? What?
A, you plain and simple, back up off her
B, you hit is just a little bit softer
C, you take it out and put it in her butt
Well, D is what I do, so, yo, listen up
[Verse 6]
I put a towel on the floor by the two inch gap under the door
Now they can't see me any more
Check the locks so they can't clock, but the can listen
There'll be no barging in and they'll be no dissin', dissin'
Get back to my mission, break out the whipped cream and the cherries
Then I go through all the fly positions
My head under her leg under my arm under her toe
She say, I like it when you scream, baby, let yourself go
I hit it and split it, lick it, and quit
After the ride, put my clothes on and walk outside
And before anybody gets a chance to speak
I say, Yo, don't say nothin'
I guess I'm just a freak
[Verse 7]
'Cause we're the freaks of the industry
Aw, you a freak, G
Yo, you worse, Money B
The freaks of the industry
And when you see us backstage
Be prepared to G
[Verse 8]
You know what mean, you's a freak
I seen you what that girl at the hotel after that show last week
And what about that time out there in the park?
Shh, don't tell nobody
[Verse 9]
It's like this
Now if there's a cure for this
We don't want it, we'll run from it
And if there's a remedy
We don't need it, we just eat it
[Verse 10]
This to the ladies
I'm a freak
A yo, piano man, take us outta here
Written by: Money B., Shock G
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