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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

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 back stage, be prepared to G 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 twelve 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 givin' you the best that I've got And I'll be takin' it slow, never missin' a spot Yes, caressing your back we're chest to chest she's kissing on my freckles I nibbled around your 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, dark nasty Never lettin' a kitty-cat get past me Without picking it up, pettin' it, teasin' it Takin' it on home and pleasin' it '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 Say you're G'in' (G'in'?) Nobody else is seein' And the freak that you're wit' is in front of you Bendin' over naked, and she's leanin' on the dresser (boo yeah) You're lookin' at her from the rear (yeah) She looks just like Vanessa (the right stuff) Uh uh, not Vanessa with the singer career But the X-rated video queen Know what I mean? (Uh huh) a'ight, here's the scene You're lying on you're back with your head on the edge of the bed The booty's 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') She's tweakin', sayin' that she's weak in the knees. Cheek to cheek, and pound for pound You're taxin' it and waxin' it and workin' it around 'Til the booty starts makin' that clappin' sound Which is cool, but your friends are chillin' 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 simply, back up off her B, you hit it 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 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 they can listen There'll be no bargin' in and there'll be no dissin' (dissin') Gettin' 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 says, 'I like it when you scream, baby let yourself go.' I hit it and split it, lick it and quit it After the ride, put my clothes on and walk outside And before anybody gets a chance to speak I say, 'Yo, don't say nuttin', I guess I'm just a freak!' Cause we're the freaks of the industry Aw, you's a freak, G. Yo, you worse Money B The freaks of the industry And when you see us backstage, be prepared to G You know what man, you's a freak I seen you with that girl at the hotel after That show last week And what about that time out there in the park? Shhh, don't tell nobody 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 This is to the ladies: I'm a freak Hey, yo, piano man, take us out of here, man
Writer(s): Peter Bellotte, Ronald R. Brooks, Giorgio G. Moroder, Gregory E. Jacobs, Donna A. Summer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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