Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freaks Of The Industry, artist - Digital Underground.
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Song language: English
Freaks Of The Industry |
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. |
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 back stage, be prepared to G |
Say you’re 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 |
You’re lookin' at her from the rear |
She looks just like Vanessa |
Uh uh, not Vanessa with the singer career |
But the X-rated video queen |
Know what I mean? |
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,, all of the above |
So you’re freakin', the furniture’s 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: |
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 het 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' |
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] |