Well, we’re the freaks of the industry
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My man, Money B, Oh my mellow, Shock G
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The freaks of the industry
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And when you see us back stage, be prepared to G
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Well they say that birds do it, bees do it.
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Time to freak, Money B gets to it
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Not a heavyweight, but I go twelve rounds
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With a jab and a stick, I’m goin' lick for lick, so
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Give me the helmet, I’ll be the stunt man
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Just relax, and I won’t front
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Like Anita, I’m givin' you the best that I’ve got
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And I’ll be takin' it slow, never missin' a spot
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Yes, caressing your back we’re chest to chest she’s kissing on my freckles
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I nibbled around your ears before I suck upon your neck
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'Oh Money B,' yeah, that’s what you’ll be screamin' and creamin'
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But it’s not a wet dream, it’s the real
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The freaky dog, dark nasty, never lettin' a kitty-cat get past me
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Without picking it up, pettin' it, teasin' it
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Takin' it on home and pleasin' it
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Cause we’re the freaks of the industry
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You’s a freak Money B. You got that Shock G
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The freaks of the industry
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And when you see us back stage, be prepared to G
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Say you’re G’in'
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Nobody else is seein'
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And the freak that you’re wit' is in front of you
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Bendin' over naked, and she’s leanin' on the dresser
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You’re lookin' at her from the rear
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She looks just like Vanessa
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Uh uh, not Vanessa with the singer career
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But the X-rated video queen
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Know what I mean? |
A’ight, here’s the scene:
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You’re lying on you’re back with your head on the edge of the bed
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The booty’s two feet from your head:
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Should you: A, take the time to find a condom
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B, you walk right over and you pound 'em
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C, tell her that you want her love
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Well the answer is D,, all of the above
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So you’re freakin', the furniture’s squeakin'
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She’s tweakin', sayin' that she’s weak in the knees
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Cheek to cheek, and pound for pound
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You’re taxin' it and waxin' it and workin' it around
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'Til the booty starts makin' that clappin' sound
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Which is cool, but your friends are chillin' in the other room
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The clappin’s getting louder, you don’t want them to clown you
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In this situation, what do you do:
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A, you, plain and simply, back up off her
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B, you hit it just a little bit softer
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C, you take it out and put it in het butt
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Well, D is what I do, so, yo, listen up:
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I put a towel on the floor by the two inch gap under the door
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Now they can’t see me any more
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Check the locks so they can’t clock, but they can listen
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There’ll be no bargin' in and there’ll be no dissin'
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Gettin' back to my mission, break out the whipped cream and the cherries
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Then I go through all the fly positions:
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My head under her leg under my arm under her toe
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She says, 'I like it when you scream, baby let yourself go.'
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I hit it and split it, lick it and quit it
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After the ride, put my clothes on and walk outside
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And before anybody gets a chance to speak
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I say, 'Yo, don’t say nuttin', I guess I’m just a freak!'
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Cause we’re the freaks of the industry
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Aw, you’s a freak, G. Yo, you worse Money B
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The freaks of the industry
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And when you see us backstage, be prepared to G
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[You know what man, you’s a freak
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I seen you with that girl at the hotel after
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That show last week
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And what about that time out there in the park?
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Shhh, don’t tell nobody]
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It’s like this:
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Now if there’s a cure for this
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We don’t want it, we’ll run from it
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And if there’s a remedy
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We don’t need it, we just eat it
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[This is to the ladies: I’m a freak
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Hey, yo, piano man: take us out of here, man] |